This is a hostage situation, bring back up.

I always learned more outside of class than I ever did in it, and this semester is no exception. Most of my life, I've gotten pretty good grades. In high school, I always made the high scholarship and the all academic tennis team, but once I got to college, I realized how unimportant grades really are. The smartest people I know aren't the ones who go to the Ivy-league colleges or get the straight A's. Some of them are college drop-outs and some never even graduated high school. Too often, kids get it beat into their brains that school is for getting the grades, no matter what you don't actually learn. I've had classes that have had no exams, no papers, just lectures, and the relief of not worrying about gpa's and scholarship money actually allowed me to remember something as soon as the last class was over. Maybe it's a bad case of senioritis, but grades don't matter to me anymore. I will still work to my potential (cause I can be hard on myself), but if I get a B instead of an A, so what? Will I really remember the grades I got 20 years from now? Once upon a time, universities were about promoting debate and spreading new ideas in order to advance civilization. Now they are just factories set to pump out as many students as possible, bill them until they have to sell their bodily fluid in order to pay, and beg for alumni donations until their grandchildren die. School. Me and you are coming into a new point in our relationship this year. It's all about what you will do for me, not the other way around.

H.