I graduated from high school with a 3.91 GPA. I could never seem to pull an A in English for some reason…I even got a D once in that horrible junior World Literature/Speech class. I got straight A’s in everything else…even four years of Spanish and Phy Ed. Guess what? Except for English (which was, ironically, my favorite class), I didn’t do a bit of studying for anything. I don’t think I was awake more than an hour all semester in my senior Government class. I almost paid for it too as I maintained an 89% average the entire semester. I pulled the second best grade in the class (due to my essay responses, I suppose) on the final, though, so I was able to salvage the A.
I slept through Spanish as well. I was able to listen to the lecture to listen to the language rules while doing my homework, spend about five minutes committing new words to memory, and get a good half hour nap. I pulled over 100% average over the four years as the teacher offered a lot of extra credit.
When I got to college, I fell apart. I was able to develop a study schedule, but the fact that I had to work full time to support myself hurt me more than anything. I was able to pull a 4.0 GPA in the first and second quarters (yes, we ran on quarters back then, not semesters), but I dropped out in the final quarter. I was doing horribly, struggling between a D and an F in three of my four classes. I guess I burned out. However, my plan was to drop the three courses in which I was doomed to fail and to try to finish the English class in which I was coasting along at a 98% (don’t ya love the irony? I had been at the top of the bell curve in this particular instructor’s courses all year long after suffering through a C average in English during high school).
The grade was determined half by a series of five papers we had written over the course of the quarter. This is what I was able to ace.
A quarter was determined by a final critical paper of a work of American literature of the students choice (of course, it had to be approved). The final quarter was determined by the final essay test. The final paper was to be turned in at the time of the final test.
I stayed up all night the night before to make sure I would pass this one final obstacle in my road to a barely-marred-with-incompletes 4.0 average in my freshman year of college. I didn’t intend to fall asleep, either…but I did. I slept right through the deadline for the paper and the test.
I spoke with the instructor afterwards. His general policy would be to give 0’s on both. However, his decision is something I will never forget. I had been his student all year long, so he knew the effort I put forth. He also knew of the difficulty I had been experiencing as the year had dragged on. He gave me half credit on the paper, and he offered to give me half credit on the test. I accepted the offer on the paper, which gave me just enough of a grade to get me to a D. I declined to take the test mostly because I was just too burned out.
Final GPA: 3.67
And I haven’t been back.