I always hated the kids who ruined the curve. What nerve, too; messing with the curve and not even bothering to show up for class.
The real kicker is that he sat down and had lunch with me and wanted to talk about Philosophy after he quit Mathematics.
One of the times he showed up in Linear Algebra the professor was writing a complicated proof on the blackboard. This guy gets up and picks the prof's proof apart and cuts it down to five steps with a simple sub proof.
I felt like one of the apes in 2001: A Space Odyssey, reaching up and touching the Black Object with no clue what it meant.
After that class I felt like getting drunk but it was only 11:30 in the morning.