I didn’t, but one of my friends did. Considering that his dad was a near-billionaire alum, I guess I respect the school for sticking to their principles, but it took them a while.
He was on academic probabtion for most of his time there. He was so far behind by the time I was graduating (we started the same year), that he would have had to pass another two full semesters of classes to finish. In the end, though, it was his dick that got him kicked out, when he was caught serving alcohol on campus to a minor during summer school (she was 17 or 18, IIRC).
He transferred to another school, enjoyed it, and AFAIK, he graduated to take over the family business (repressing the peasants in a 3rd-World dictatorship).
I left for a year, busted my ass as a roughneck drilling wells, decided I wanted something better out of life, came back under probation and graduated a hair over a 3.0.
Had a 4.0 in grad school so I guess I learned something from it.
It can make a difference for you as far as what your job satisfaction is going to be like later in life. Don’t start the race a lap down.
I graduated high school with a 3.5, then flunked out of college.
My GPA at the end of 3 torturous college years hovered somewhere around 1.0, but I was mercifully OUT. Thanks to the parents for forcing me to major in music. I wanted to be a librarian or major in German (English and German being my favoriate subjects in h.s.), but, alas, I have wannabe actors for parents, and they, BY GOD, were going to have artistic children.
Oh, and no, the parents did not pay for my college education – I had loans. I really sucks to have loans up to your ears to pay back with no degree to show for it. And I went to one of those expensive small liberal arts colleges.
Finally got my B.A. at night school years later with the notion of going to law school after that. Took the LSAT, applied to 8 schools but got shot down by all of them – that nagging 1.0 GPA from years past is what I’m pretty sure killed that prospect.
Oh, well. Started having babies shortly after that…
When I came back, the “rents” no longer picked up the tab.
I got student loans, a night job and worked every summer. It was hard but it taught me the value of a buck and I quit dropping classes.