High school was a 3.1. I didn’t do homework. Period.
I got into college and went into an extremely time-consuming major, taking 20-21 hours per semester (I had to do it, in order to graduate in 4 years), and I finished with a 3.57 GPA and graduated cum laude.
Now I wish I had bothered to study in high school. I might have gotten into a better college.
Ava
High school was 3.975 (at my school, you HAD to use 3 decimals - the official school records were maintained with FIVE decimals, and we STILL had two students tie) - and I wasn’t in the top 30.
College (for my brief visit) was 3.4 - 3.6.
I’m supposed to go back this summer/fall.
(And I’m TERRIFIED!!)
I got around a 2.7 in high school and college. I could have done better, but I had important computer games to play.
4.0 in high school. I got a couple B’s, but they were all in honors classes. I think I finished 6th in a class of about 115.
College started at a 3.46 and slooooowly slid to a 3.1 by the end. Not that I wasn’t smart; I just realized that internships and school paper experience were much more important to my career goals than classes.
3.85 high school
(and then she discovered boys and beer…)
3.08 college
3.2-ish for high school. Got a 1390 on the SATs, which allowed me to get into a prestigious public school on the west coast.
2.5 (barely) in college, at times I struggled mightily and almost got expelled once, but I did graduate.
The bitch of it is, I always enjoyed school, yet could never understand how I could do so poorly in it. It wasn’t until two years ago, when I was 33, that I was diagnosed with ADD. It’s one of the bigger regrets in my life, how badly I did in school and screwed up my future.
Same with me. AP everything for social studies and humanities, perfect and near-perfect standardized test scores, but Cs and Bs, with the occassional A, for science and math, and corresponding test scores.
I’m heading off to UCSD next year.
Ooops. 3.54.
A 3.9 something in high school which I regret. For some bizzare reason I thought I could slack off just because it was so easy (not bragging, the darned school didn’t offer a single AP course and we had to petition to get them to offer trig). Dad explained how very wrong I was about the slacking, he surely did.
My college GPA was decent, but I don’t remember the numbers. I received A’s and B’s as a Bio Medical Sciences major for the first two years and then made the Dean’s list the next two. Switching to Art, something I truly love, made a big difference.
Hmm… I think I had a 4.3 or something at the end - (I think AP courses were graded on a 5.0 weighted scale, regular ones on 4.0). I know I was first in my class out of 500 or so. College GPA wasn’t nearly as good (couldn’t even tell you what it was without looking it up), and I have no idea where I was in my graduating class, nor in my graduate school’s graduating class. I stopped caring about those things sometime during my freshman year I think. Funny how college can do that.
Anyway, in high school I worked relatively hard, but certainly not any harder than everyone else in the AP classes (I won’t dare say I slacked off as much as some of the other kids that weren’t doing honors/AP coursework!). Actually, I have no idea how I ended up on top at the end, except for stupid luck. I certainly wasn’t trying for it, and felt kinda bad for a few people below me, since they were trying a lot harder than I was, and definitely wanted it more. But I did get into a sweet university, so I’m not complaining 
I have no idea what my high school GPA was - quite good, as I recall (but then, I went to a really crappy high school. So my high school GPA is no indication that I have anything resembling a brain). In college, I fought tooth and nail to graduate with a 3.0. I worked my ass off, but couldn’t beat the mid-2 range for my first 3 years of college, and I was bound and determined to crack 3 by graduation. Which I finally did. Yay!
After expending almost zero effort over the duration, I graduated from high school with a 3.63, which, due to grade inflation from honors and AP classes, just barely put me in the top 20%.
This winter I was kicked out of the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign’s computer science program (and the entire university) after three semesters with a final GPA of 1.8. I was pretty stupid for thinking that the same attitude that got me through high school would work in a highly competitive college program. By the time I realized how deep of a whole I had dug myself, it was to late to climb out.
1.8ish in High School(barely graduated) and 1.7ish (got supsended for having consequtive semesters with a sub 2.0)in College
Its no wonder I don’t post in GD or why no one listens to me in GQ. Or why I can’t spell and have horrid sentance structure.