Oh, my. Bless my professor. Bless him. Bless him. Bless him.
I got a 24% on my final.
Before the final, I had an 84%.
As I mentioned, the final was 40% of the grade, which took me down to a 65%--not passing.
But, because I did all of the homework and did the bonus quizzes today and he has "seen consistent dedication from me, even with all of my illness troubles," he's passing me with a C-.
I'm so relieved! Of course, I couldn't take Calculus if I wanted to (the Math Dept. requires a B in Pre-Calc), but I wasn't planning on torturing myself with that anyway.
Phew! This is over.
Glad you've made it through vw.
Yay! I hope I have as much luck in my class.
Yay, vw!!!! We likes the professor, yes we do.
A high school trig professor did that for me at the end of my senior year. I had pneumonia (long story) and dragged myself to take the test the week after school ended. She told me to do just half the questions. In the end, she scrunched up her brow, leaned over her calculator and tapped a few keys, including the =. Pause. Um. Well. Two more quick taps. "Hey there, look at that! You passed!"
Blessings forever on her compassionate, saintly, lying head.
eta: It's a long story about "pheumonia" being a bacterial infection resulting from attempting to martial art one's way through finals...okay, the truth is, I'm just a lousy typist!
Well done, vw! I'm glad that's behind you.
