Well, this is more or less a
do as I say, not as I did sort of thing, but I graduated high school with a 2.03 weighted GPA.
I was sick to death of school my senior year and my first wife was constantly having to make sure that I was doing my homework and studying for tests. I can remember her getting quite upset seeing me work on
take home tests while she was driving me to school. She would asked when it was due, and I'd reply
when I get to school. Then she would ask when it was handed out and I'd tell her a week earlier.
My heart just wasn't in it, and it wouldn't have mattered if I had gotten into any college as I just needed time off... which I took. I spent the next two years working and running (for a Track club), and by the time I started up school again I was hungry for it. I went to a junior college for a couple years, and then I transferred to UCSD.
But I should point out that by that point I also had taken a one year series in upper division mathematics and a one year series in graduate level mathematics at UCSD while I was still attending the junior college. And that even though I was a declared physics major, I had a growing list of people in the mathematics department who went out of there way to help me get into UCSD. This included the provost of
Muir College (the college at UCSD I was applying to) who was also part of the mathematics department (specializing in topology). And it was also thanks to the petitioning by those people that a bunch of requirements that I hadn't completed were overlooked so I could transfer.
With that type of support from the mathematics department, it shouldn't be surprising that less than a year after being accepted to UCSD I change my major to mathematics.
But that is a lot of things that have to go just your way to get around a poor high school performance. And even though I didn't have a good GPA, I had pretty good scores on my AP exams (I scored all
4s) and had placed well in physics and other academic competitions. And even though most of my teachers were disappointed in my performances in their classes in high school, they all still thought very highly of me.
I was quite lucky in that I've always had people around me that wanted me to succeed so badly that they were willing to overlook my (obvious) shortcomings.
