It’s that time of year again.

OK, I could say: The professors were all blown away with my work, my department is so in a rush to prepare for golden handcuffs for me, and I am kind of pestered by the media…, then would you hate me?

Or, I could also say: Well, I got a call from the school president who regrets to have decided to dismiss me because the professors have got struck down by a treatment-resistant depression one after another, and it’s been proved that my work caused their self-doubt as educators…, then would you admire me?

Either way, don’t worry my friends, my grade doesn’t hurt your GPA. C’mon, you guys are grownups and you should control your curiosity. Just do your best, so the grades will come as a consequence. The avarage counts for nothing.