A couple summers ago I was visiting with a friend of mine from the Air Force Academy. His wife is partly of Asian ancestry, you'll see why that's important momentarily. Anyway, he and I were talking about what awesome kids they have. I will never forget the words my friends used when talking about school: "We've raised them the Chinese way. An 'A-' is a Chinese 'B'. A 'B' is a Chinese 'F'." There's just something about that phraseology that both entertains and inspires me.
If you've been reading this blog you know that I've been facing the very real possibility of getting a "Chinese F" in my discrete optimization course. It's not that I didn't work hard enough, or didn't study hard or long enough, it's just that I didn't do well enough on some of the tests and homework. It all came down to the final exam, that would be the deciding factor in what grade I'd earn for the course.
I had other things on my mind today and it was only several minutes ago that it occurred to me that grades would be posted by now. I rushed to the computer and checked my university email. Waiting for me was an email from my professor.
My final exam grade was my highest test grade all semester. I didn't get a Chinese F after all. I don't know if they give +'s or -'s in this program, so I didn't get a Chinese B, either.
I'm relieved, in part because I'd hate to have gotten my lowest math grade ever in the very course I've enjoyed the most.