Ugh. I remember getting a B that I didn't want. The prof a couple semesters later asked me, "What happened?? You only wrote three of the four essays on the final." What happened was an *** of a guy who sat across the table from me had a crib sheet in his hat. He took his hat off and cheated. It was flagrant and he gave me all kinds of "I dare you to report this" looks. Then he pulls out a tin of chewing tobacco and opens it up. Well everyone has their own vices but this one truly nauseates me. And he knew how sick the smell makes me. I got physically ill and left without answering that last question.
So I got a B.
Being the person I am now, I wouldn't have been bullied. But that's neither here nor there.