Harvard Student: If I Didn’t Want an A, I Would’ve Gone to UChicago!

I’m a freshman at Harvard University. For the past four years, I’ve participated in 34 debate clubs, taken 19 AP classes, and spent my Saturday nights sewing blankets for orphaned kittens. But as I spent every waking minute (and most sleeping minutes) with my nose in my work, I knew it was for a cause. Because once I got to Harvard, I would never have to work that hard again.

For those UChicago students unaware of the concept of grade inflation (that’s inflation with an “I”, by the way, not deflation with a “D”), it is the wonderful idea that if you just show up and try, your professor will give you an A. Doesn’t that sound nice? It certainly did to high school me. In fact, it was one of the main reasons I chose Harvard over UChicago – the other being that crimson looks better on me than maroon.

But now, those tyrants in the administration think that isn’t enough. They claim that an “A” should mean “mastery” of the material. How is that fair? Even if I don’t actually know how to prove a limit, but I sat in class and played Google Snake every day, who’s to say that I didn’t put in the effort? I deserve better. I didn’t work so hard in high school only to have to continue working. 

I’m at Harvard University, for goodness’s sake! In just a few short years, Fortune 500 companies will be flooding my inbox with job offers. The UN will be asking me to solve the climate crisis. Pope Leo will be considering my cause for sainthood–even though I’m still alive! My professors are dealing with the first still-living saint. Would you give the first still-living saint anything less than an “A”? I don’t think so. I think I’ll leave the Bs and Cs to UChicago students and get back to my game of Google Snake… I mean, homework.