Back in school we had Music class and for our last year our teacher offered us a deal. We wouldn't have actual lessons learning about old compositions and whatever, instead we'd just sing. Every week all we'd do is sing. In exchange we had to sing at every school concert. It was pretty much a guaranteed good grade and I, after having a 5 (German grades go from 1 - 6, 1 is an A, 6 is F) and almost missing my chance to graduate, was particularly excited for this.

Fast forward to the end of the school year. We had sung at a handful of concerts and it was time to give us our grades, which the teacher said out loud to the whole class. Everyone got a 1, 2 or 3 (A through C) and nobody got a worse grade. Except for me, that is. I got a 4 (D) for reasons nobody really understood. Now I was fine with this because it was still better than what I had before and wasn't costing me my qualification for graduation anymore, but it was kind of unfair still.

Everyone in my class agreed. In the break I left the room while the whole class debated with my teacher why I was the only one to get a bad grade and they convinced her to change it to what's equivalent to C-.

This gesture was what finally convinced me to go to our graduation party