I graduated from college in 1976 so am familiar with what it was like “back then”.
I took 21 credit hours per semester and worked 30 hours a week; Friday night, all day Saturday and Sunday, and Monday night. I had a GPA above 3.2. My folks expected me to excel, and sure as Hell tried to do so.
“Perry had a heavy course load...” Please, I’ve lived in Texas and those good old country boys drank lots of beer, even while driving their trucks!
A C+ average isn’t great, but he probably didn’t have that ‘fire in the belly’ for academics, I would guess. Funny how that works, because it isn’t until later that it becomes important in some ways.
I was at NYU mid 60s..When I took inorganic, and then organic chem the following year, I had a lab every Saturday from 8-11am..my fraternity brothers wouldn't awaken until noon on Saturday..