Last semester was not one of my favorites and that is probably an understatement.
The goal: survive.
Grades: pass just enough so it counts
(in other words, no less than a C- in each class).
Oddly enough things just seemed to work out. From the extreme curve on tests (often exceeding a 10% increase which I gladly accepted) to “free” points just for showing up. I admit, I was overwhelmingly nervous about my grade in one of my classes. It is always scary when you check your score for a final and see “58%” next to your ID number. (not that it’s happened more than once…or twice). But when a 58% turns into a 73%, I’ll take it.
So, to sum things up the goal was a semester GPA of 2.0. The results? (drum roll please….)
3.13! Two B’s and a B+, baby!
Yeah, I’ll take that.
Ugh… I remember the dread of walking out of the testing room to look up at the monitor of death. I definitely got a 54% on my Chem 105 final but that turned into a C+!! Oh, I miss beautiful BYU.