I feel fortunate that I graduated at all even though I was usually a reasonable enough student. I just got one A pass, at stage 1 level. My BSc hinged on getting absolute borderline passes in two closely related subjects at stage III. I withdrew from BSc(Hons) the next year. My MSc in an entirely different and favourite subject was obtained by aegrotat pass (class of 1964) so I did not sit the final exam for it. Then in 1965 as a part-time student I withdrew from an evening-course subject at the university. Was glad that I didn’t have to find out too much that failing hurts.