I took a break from studying to drink some coffee from my mug

I took a break from studying to drink some coffee from my mug. I had made it during a carnival when I was eight. More so than making it, I painted an image on a white, premade mug. I remember I had tried to paint a musical note, but the result was a muddled mess of black paint. But at the time, I was proud.
I shook off the feeling of nostalgia and averted my attention back to the textbook in front of me. I had no time to reminisce about the past if I wanted to get good grades. As everyone always told me, good grades get you into a good university, and a good university gets you a good job.
“Evan, sweetie, how’s everything going?” my mom asked softly. She had let herself into my room without me even realising.