Musoka has been going to college for a month and she is having a bunch of fun, but the academics have really been a struggle!
The problem, she tells Nick, is that there's very little external structure. Her roommate has a boyfriend so she's always out, which means that Musoka very rarely is getting external reminders to sleep at a normal time, or eat meals before the cafeteria closes. She never misses class, but sometimes she shows up having gotten 3 hours of sleep (There's! So much to do! Both online and in-person! Her small-town ass is not equipped for this much social availability), and her homework is hastily-done, when she remembers it.
Nick nods sympathetically. "Have you tried getting organized?"
She droops. No, she hasn't. She's been resisting the idea. But he's right. She really should. She buys a physical notebook, a day planner (she's had no luck with digital ones, she never keeps them updated), a wall calendar, and on a whim, a pill organizer.