It was due the final day. I went to go take it to the prof who wasn't there that day so i slipped it under the door

i get a letter maybe 4 weeks later saying i have to come in and talk to the Dean and i'd gotten an F in the class.

My mom couldn't take me since her ride got repossessed in the middle of the night. i had to call my dad. Me, him, grandma, and my two cousins all loaded up into a van and drove all the way to the school for me to save my college career. i felt ultra guilty the whole time

so we get there and i'm waiting to see the dean. the first person i run into is the prof, who had apparently left for the summer that day and never actually saw the paper. He actually went out of his way to get my grade rolled back up to a C.

I was still pretty salty at the time, but had i done the work i was supposed to, it could have been avoided, obviously.