College was honestly more fun than work. My sophomore year, my older roommate I had met on Craigslist assured me “Cs get degrees.”
In response, I partied as hard as I could without hurting myself sophomore and junior year. Yet, I managed to get straight As second semester of senior year to scrape by with an overall GPA of 3.001.
I find this hilarious because all the academic advisors always told me to try to get “above a 3.0,” because that is what employers like to see.
In fact, no place I was hired at ever asked me what my GPA was.
Things We Forget 
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