College courses in which you received a 4.0 ?

@creepycoug where you at, ese? Queef some academis out of the Messican twat of yours.

For me: I only got a 4.0 once at UW and it was in "History of Popular Music". No wonder why @DerekJohnson gave me my own shitty little, old man music bored.

I got a 3.9 in History of Jazz because my essay on seeing Chick Corea live at Jazz Alley was not technically gifted writing.

Well, let's see here. Undergrad is a challenge to remember, but you make (intentionally or otherwise) a good point: UW's grading system either helped you or fucked you, depending on which side of the line you tended to land. If you were a consistent high 3.7 or better, then at a letter grade school you'd get an A and all 4 points would go into your GPA. It cut the other way too, so again, depending on where you tended to land.

I got some 4.0s in B School in the BCON series because there was a professor at the time, Dudley Johnson, who just gave them out and I loaded up. I did pretty well in the Finance courses, in the 3.5+ range, and the Org. and Mktg. courses were a fucking joke. I'd say my B school GEEP was like 3.7 or so. I think? I really slacked on the back end of those requirements. Hated it.

Philo was harder but I did better there because I liked it. I had to work because those goons in their sleepy wing of Savery Hall were brutal graders, especially papers. I loaded up on Ken Clatterbaugh, who was a brilliant professor there and who liked me and the way I thought and wrote, so I probably wound up with 3 or so 4.0s from him. I never got below a 3.5 in Philo, though one class pushed me to the limits to get that 3.5.

My greatest accomplishments at UW for me were, bar none, a 4.0 in Calc., given who else was in my class, a 3.8 in intermediate logic (hard class for me), and a 3.7 in Continental Rationalism with a weird old prof who's been dead for years now. Can't for the life of me remember his name. Tall, gangly, quiet fellow with a messy beard who never took off his blue rain jacket. He wrote on the board 99% of the class hour. He told us on Day 1 to take good notes of what he writes on the board. I listened, and managed to regurgitate that very same information on weird shit I barely understood into blue books. Descartes I understood. The rest was a little too abstract for me. People in my little sphere of influence thought I walked on water because of that 3.7. That fucker failed people without a thought. I remember one of my friends approaching him about his 2.whatever on his mid-term and the guy said, "that grade reflects your work, which was pretty good." He was serious that a 2.5 or whatever was "doing ok! Good job!"

I got a good education at UW. That school made me. You can get a good one anywhere if you work hard and go get it. My impression is that a decent % of UW undergrads are still there to play grab ass and aren't looking to become intellectuals. Where Washington is really elite at the undergrad level is in applied STEM. Very different subset of people in those programs.

Does Rocks for Jocks count as STEM?
 
Oregon gives a 4.0 for an A and a 4.3 for an A+.

I got a 4.3 in Pump Kinetics and Intro to Gas Station Socioeconomics.

I’m starting to get used to Pump my Gas Duck. Used to hate it. But when it’s cold and shitty outside, it’s kind of a nice service.
 
I got a good education at UW. That school made me. You can get a good one anywhere if you work hard and go get it. My impression is that a decent % of UW undergrads are still there to play grab ass and aren't looking to become intellectuals. Where Washington is really elite at the undergrad level is in applied STEM. Very different subset of people in those programs.[/b]

Strong agree.
 
My older brother was the 4.0 guy in the family. He got the full ride at UW and then at MIT, and worked under Hans Dehmelt at UW - UW's last Nobel prize winner in physics.

I was the 3.4 guy who'd drive out to the Skykomish after the math midterm to catch a steelhead and smoke a bunch of weed.
 
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I helped Wayne Moses and Charles Jackson pass Anthropology

Have no idea what my grade point was because I dropped out and didn't give a fuck

Yes, but with the Mom's golf clubs reveal, you are no longer qualified to wrap yourself in the clothing of the working class.

I always knew you had too much attitude to have dirt under your nails. Always suspected you ran with the Indian Summer crowd. Probably banged a few Capital High co-eds on the back 9.

Working class my ass.

We were the white trash of the Olympia Country and Golf Club

Were?
 
Oceanography 101 was the one I definitely remember. Ocean is not only easy but it's fairly interesting. I could have sat through a couple of lectures, studied the material for a few hiurs, and aced the final. That was a tap in.

I've made no secret that I didn't have a lot of big time offers out of HS and went the JC route. I had 4.0s in a few real easy ones...math 101, 105 and 107, Geography, Psych 180-something (human sexuality), music history 101. I think that was all of them. I modified my senior year of HS strategy of eekiing out a C in everything to getting the easy As and eeking out a C in any class that mattered.

I remember Oceanography 101 and the Human Sexuality courses ... you remember the ones everyone said were easy grades. I think my schedule never really lined up for those. You could also take statistics in the Sociology Department to satisfy the B school requirement for QM 201 (or whatever it was). The guy who taught the regular course the quarter I could take it was known to be a complete Nazi with grades so I said fuck it. I'll take it with the Sociology kids and cover, which I also did.

Two other sources of 4.0 grades are coming back to me. The well-known Comp. Lit guy named Willis Konick,https://www.washington.edu/alumni/columns/sept99/class/konick.html . Very theatrical guy ... stood on desks, super flamboyant and all that. Easy, easy grader. I remember one class he added oral presentations to go with your paper and he's in his office with a grad student while you're talking and he's nodding off because, you know, I didn't know wtf I was talking about. 4.0. Didn't matter. At the time, I thought I wasn't learning anything, but you oughta hear me at cocktail parties now waxing on about Boris Pasternak and what he was trying to say in Dr. Shivago, and Garcia-Marquez in Autum of the Patriarch. Fuck'n a the guy did teach me something.

Last 4.0 I can remember of note was Classics G&R Mythology. Set up for the kid with either a good memory or who actually likes it. I was the latter. I ate it up, so, while it took some effort on his long ass exams, it didn't feel like work because I thought it was interesting. The guy was always announcing that the frat boys who don't come to class and are relying on their test files to cheat had better think again ... presumably because he thought he could write the exam so many different ways that they'd have to study. As I recall he did in fact burn a few frat boys who never came to class probably assuming the test file would save them.
 
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Classics: this guy. Damn, they're all dead or dying. I'm old.

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Oregon gives a 4.0 for an A and a 4.3 for an A+.

I got a 4.3 in Pump Kinetics and Intro to Gas Station Socioeconomics.

I’m starting to get used to Pump my Gas Duck. Used to hate it. But when it’s cold and shitty outside, it’s kind of a nice service.

It's like they say...Once you go white, it's aight.
 
Oregon gives a 4.0 for an A and a 4.3 for an A+.

I got a 4.3 in Pump Kinetics and Intro to Gas Station Socioeconomics.

I’m starting to get used to Pump my Gas Duck. Used to hate it. But when it’s cold and shitty outside, it’s kind of a nice service.

It's like they say...Once you go white, it's aight.

They don't call my town White Wakanda for nothing.
 
Oregon gives a 4.0 for an A and a 4.3 for an A+.

I got a 4.3 in Pump Kinetics and Intro to Gas Station Socioeconomics.

I’m starting to get used to Pump my Gas Duck. Used to hate it. But when it’s cold and shitty outside, it’s kind of a nice service.

It's like they say...Once you go white, it's aight.

I dont know where you found that gif but I fucking love it. You're just a notch below HB and the volleyball ass slap, though for different reasons.
 
Noted jack doog.

My school was letter grades, so percentage scores translated to letters. Shot out of a cannon freshman year (when I still cared), then started running a side business, got burnt out, and stopped giving a shit to the point of dropping out after junior year. My college "accomplishments" span the full spectrum: If I were taking this seriously, there was the chemistry class freshman year. Big lecture hall, 100+ students, etc. After a mid-term, prof says that she's been doing this for five years, and nobody's ever gotten a perfect score on one of her tests. She looked it over and over for a mistake, but couldn't find one. Somebody'd aced this one, so there would be no grading curve. Everyone--myself included--looked around the room PISSED. "We're gonna find the fucker who broke the curve and beat his ass after class" kind of look. TA's passed out all of the tests. I saw the score in the corner as it was being handed to me and very quickly flipped that fucker face down onto my little desk for the rest of that lecture to hide the score and then got the hell out of there.

On the flipside, I was already burnt out enough by the start of sophomore year that I stopped attending any class for which the grade was determined entirely by a few Scantron tests. I would attend the first day to pick up the syllabus, which would tell me when I needed to show up for mid-terms and finals. Those would be the only other days I'd show up. Why show up to class every day to get an A when you can show up four times, stumble through multiple choice tests, and get a B? The crowning achievement of this philosophy was showing up to my macroeconomics final to find an empty room. The test had been moved to a different day/room, and I didn't get the memo because I hadn't attended class in over a month. Only got a C+ in that one...
 
Just remembered another funny story of getting a 4.0 in Applied Laziness:

Engineering Tech department had a weed-out course that everyone had to take. Taught by a grizzled old dude who'd seen some shit. That class was just called "Materials" or something like that. It was the only class I ever took that covered an entire textbook, and this textbook was thiiiiick. The class was a weird combination of physics and chemistry and metallurgy and manufacturing processes. Everything from "here are the various thermoset plastics, their chemical makeup, how they're made, and how they're used in industry" to "here's how machinists figure out blade speed in teeth per inch when cutting 4160 stainless."

The whole grade was made up of three tests, and they were crazy because each test had to cover something like 200 pages of material from the text. The lectures were a combination of textbook review and the professor's wild stories from industry, and the homework was always "read 50 pages."

Studied my ass off for the first test and still only pulled a B- or C+ or something like that. The questions were fucking stupid. Details that nobody should have been expected to remember, as opposed to high level conceptual stuff that matters. Here's the thing, though: By a little ways into the test, I realize that the questions looked awfully familiar. All of them.

Get the test back, and, sure enough, every single question is copied word for word from the questions at the end of the textbook chapters. And there's even a handy answer guide in an appendix for every one of those little tests. That was the end of textbook reading for me! After a brief debate with myself over how obviously this must be a trap, and proceeding as if the second test would be the same way was awfully risky, the lazy devil on one shoulder choked out the angel on the other, and, the day of the second test, I just read all of the questions and answers from the back for the relevant chapters, went to the test, and knocked it out of the park.

And the final? I think I was up late fucking around before the test, so I couldn't be bothered to read the answers and[/i] the questions. Walking to the final, I just scanned through all of the test answers in the back, then sat for the test. This made for a much more interesting experience, as--no shit--some of the answers I read were "54/235." Or "332 TPI." Or "4-flute." Or "T6." So I had to read the test question and try and think which random fraction or number or heat treating grade on the answer sheet applied to the question.

Best score of the three!
 
How the fuck do y’all remember? I might have but no idea now unless I pull my transcripts.
 
90% of them.

On the occasions I didn’t get a 4.0 were weird. English 101 was my lowest grade 3.4. Then I had some humanities shit like Greek and Roman lit that took me into the 3.5 range.

Graduated Suma Cum Laude with a 3.9. I went to a shitty school though.

Fun fact. I only drank 1-2 days a week in college.
 
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90% of them.

On the occasions I didn’t get a 4.0 were weird. English 101 was my lowest grade 3.4. Then I had some humanities shit like Greek and Roman lit that took me into the 3.5 range.

Graduated Suma Cum Laude with a 3.9. I went to a shitty school though.

Fun fact. I only drank 1-2 days a week in college.

Wait - you're a Vancouver Kewg?
 
90% of them.

On the occasions I didn’t get a 4.0 were weird. English 101 was my lowest grade 3.4. Then I had some humanities shit like Greek and Roman lit that took me into the 3.5 range.

Graduated Suma Cum Laude with a 3.9. I went to a shitty school though.

Fun fact. I only drank 1-2 days a week in college.

This story is way better than your 'I survived a head cold' story.

This is actually impressive. I mean other than that English 101 embarrassment.
 
I don't think I got above a 3.5 at UW

At Shoreline I got a 3.8 in some history class. It's been so long I can't even remember any of it.
 
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