Good for you. For coming back and finishing.
But sorry dude, you blew it.
My favorite story about UT having big classes:
I took Government as a freshman ('74-75), like you're supposed to, with about 250-350 other undergrads in Burdine Auditorium. That was long enough ago that the Prof (not a TA) did a lecture on each US President. Jefferson & Lincoln were inspiring. He did FDR from a wheelchair. I told my friend about this guy and told him you have to come hear his last lecture on Nixon. I wasn't the only one. The 500+ seat auditorium was packed, standing room only. "Nixon was the most corrupt ... The end." got the Prof a standing ovation. In a freshman Government class.
It would have been criminal and a huge waste of resources to have him speaking to a group of 20-25 students. His lecture inspired me to go see all of Nixon's cronies that went on the speakers tour at LBJ Library. The last one being Senator "Sam" Ervin, Dem. NC, (chair, Senate Select Committee to Investigate Campaign Practices, also known as the Senate Watergate Committee). That was also a packed house so I knew to get there early.
That's my bookends on taking Government at The University of Texas v. ACC or High School credit.
What I heard cemented my beliefs on HS recruiting, and my disdain for all things OU, A&M & from what I knew, Alabama.
Little known fact. Burdine Hall resembles a ForTran computer punch card.
My scholarship paid for the Freshman Orientation week; yes, I slept in Kinsolving for a week. Hasn't everyone? UT did a multi-media slide/video show at Burdine Auditorium to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, a cloud of sweet smoke waifing though the air, and afterward we went to Nothing Strikes Back for ice cream in their Black Light/day glow dark room ("When the munchies strike... Nothing Strike Back").
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
Every time I hear Pink Floyd takes me back to 1974.
Good Times & fond memories.