I had a pretty bad slump during the first semester of Sophomore year. I had a crappy schedule (3 3-hour classes back-to-back, and I hated all three professors), so I cut way too many classes and it screwed me. Even though my test grades were at an A level, I blew off tons of projects and minor homework assignments, so ended up with 1 C (poetry workshop), 1 B- (honors psychology), and 1 B (world lit 1).
Still got A's in all my other classes, but that was still my worst semester of college. The poetry workshop thing was what killed me. I mean, I've been published. That deserves at least an honorary A I retook the class the next semester, though, and bumped that grade up to the A that it should have been. It was definitely a good lesson in the importance of going to class.
World Lit 1 remains the only English class that I didn't get an A or an A- in... it still drives me up the wall. but the professor was batsh!t crazy. there's no way I'd have been able to retake the class and deal with him again.
Still got A's in all my other classes, but that was still my worst semester of college. The poetry workshop thing was what killed me. I mean, I've been published. That deserves at least an honorary A I retook the class the next semester, though, and bumped that grade up to the A that it should have been. It was definitely a good lesson in the importance of going to class.
World Lit 1 remains the only English class that I didn't get an A or an A- in... it still drives me up the wall. but the professor was batsh!t crazy. there's no way I'd have been able to retake the class and deal with him again.