I have a confession: when I was a student, I was terrible about homework completion. My mother likes to recount the tale of my desk in second grade, which was full of completed homework that I just never bothered to turn in.
For the better part of a quarter.
High school wasn’t much better, honestly. I only did the work if (a) I could do it with little or no effort and (b) felt like it. I’ve come to realize how much of a pain in the ass I must’ve been to my teachers, and I’ve since apologized to many of them. They think the turnabout I now have to deal with is hysterical.