>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

This is why I try to be as flexible as possible. I was in graduate school for an amount of time that I'm totally uncomfortable admitting in public, and I never would have finished if it weren't for the occasional professor acknowledging the obvious fact that sometimes shit happens and that, ultimately, school isn't the real world so maybe we should give each other a break once and awhile.

Good on your family though. I'm impressed.

>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.

Good on him for standing up. Running as far and fast away from campus as soon as your grading obligations are done is, from my view, a completely understandable reaction. But he's got to make sure nobody falls through the cracks as a result.

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