In the Winter Semester of 1958, I took my Freshman Chemistry class. At the first class meeting our instructor noted the rather large enrollment and then remarked, “That’s OK. About half of you will be gone by midterm!”
THAT put the fear of God in me, and I began studying my assignments that night and every day after that for all my classes.
It must have worked. I finally got my PhD in Biochemistry after several years of hard work and study.
Oh by the way, my chem teacher was right. About half the class remained at midterm.
and he was right...
Cheers!
My major wasn’t overloaded, but the Petroleum Engineers at my school were. I think they were at about 50%. Stuff from the next few chapters that they hadn’t studied yet would be on their exams to help weed them out.
We had plenty of kids in my course give up and leave, but it was not the intentional weeding out like some of the other courses. Sad were the suicides - straight A students in High School getting B’s, C’s, and D’s is what I figured.
My old man would reply to those asking if I was still getting all A’s in college. “No, but his B’s and C’s would be A’s at most other schools”.
“C” was for Credit. “D” was for Diploma.