A friend of mine found this picture from a Bog & Grog at SFA in 96, my freshman year in college. My how the times have flown by! I'm the one with the beer. 🙂
What the heck is a SFA?
That would be Stephen F. Austin State University in Nacogdoches, Texas. I had a REALLY good time there my first year and I learned what Sco-Pro was after the first year! 🙂
Is that some sort of magic powder that kills crabs?
LOL! Scholastic Probation for grades under 2.0. You have one semester to get them up or you get a one semester vacation (mandatory obviously!)
🙂
I can relate. At midterm of my first semester I received a letter from the Associate Dean of Engineering suggesting that, based on my grades to that point, I should either suck it up and get very serious or switch curricula to something more suited to my abilities, like political science or horticultural therapy. Anything that did not involve Chemistry and Calculus. So, I got serious and pulled out something like a 2.75. Onward and upward from there. That letter was a major eye opener. I had never been significantly challenged by classwork up until that point in my education.
Well, mine was I lead a sheltered life. I didn't drink in high school and was always home before curfew. I did very few things that weren't approved of, due to the fact I knew my father would inflict serious bodily harm on me. When I got to school, it was like you'd pulled a rubber band back and let it go. It doesn't return to the center without going past it first.
To put it another way, school interfered with my drinking. 🙂
+1
When I was in college, SFA was a popular place to visit. The fact that the ratio of women to men was around 6:1 may have had something to do with that.
It was something like that when I was there. One of those fine ladies became my wife.
> It was something like that when I was there. One of those fine ladies became my wife.
Please send condolences to your wife for me...
Yuk-yuk.
On a serious note, I had noticed while I was in College that the more sheltered life or yonger students with strick parents generally let it all hang out when they were away from home.
It's not always the case...
> I knew my father would inflict serious bodily harm on me.
What did dad say when you showed him the letter? 😉
That didn't have anything to do with it either, did it? 😉
That, which doesn't kill us, makes us stronger.
Cheers,
Radar
I learned Sco-Pro the first semester I was at TTU. A measly 1.5GPA. After that I was never below a 3.5.
My problem was not a social one. It was a case of being introduced to a higher level of competition for grades than I had ever experienced prior. Also, many of my fellow Freshmen had already had nearly identical classes while in high school. My high school chemistry teacher was a freshly-graduated biology major and the advanced math teacher had just returned from being a drill sergeant. Neither had the experience or knowledge to really prepare me for my engineering-level classes. I had aced their classes with no serious concern. Another disadvantage was that I was married so I did not have the luxury of having 50 floormates who were in the same class or had already completed it to study with or consult for help.