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Traditionally, my grades have sucked. Terribly. I got out of highschool with a 3.15—and I don't think there are any high schools in the US that are terribly difficult, so a 3.15 isn't anything special at all. I was (and, I maintain, still am) a giant giant slacker.

My work here at NMT started out to be terribly mediocre, then fell off completely, and then bounced back terribly hard. See Figure 1.

Now here's the weird thing: my courseload has only accelerated since I've been here. My last two semesters (GPA 3.63 and 3.94) involved the two heaviest schedules I've had here: 22 and 19 hours, respectively. See Figure 2.

Ignoring the outliers (specifically at (3, 4.0), (16, 2.28), and (18, 3.94)) there's nevertheless an obvious trend. More hours == better grades.

Now, all this was spurned by the fact that I just got Yet Another Grade Change from one of my professors, bringing up my lowest grade for the semester. This last report card reads AAAAAA-. Awesome.