My honors PHY303K class had a test average of like 26. The professor, a hippie looking dude fresh from the Max Planck Institut fur Plasmaphizik, did not announce a curve and expressed disappointment at the low scores. A guy on my floor at Castilian was the curve-buster at 33. We were all sweating what would happen. I made a gentleman's B.
Based on that, I wanted to get the hell out of the honors section of 303L, but hell week was the first week of class. So, I went to Dean Margaret Baker's office looking rather unkempt and probably pretty stinky to try to beg my way out of it, she told me I was a big boy and had made a B in 303K and to quit cryin or she'd give me something to really cry about (slight hyperbole there, but she was tough).
So, I did have Austin Gleeson as a professor, but electricity and magnetism still often befuddles me and I'm not sure I learned shit.
That same semester, I had a statics prof that was Polish and said "perpendicle" instead of perpendicular. Made a C there and the following mechanics of materials, which wouldn't seem to bode well for an ME, but I guess they gave me a good foundation, because 3.7 was my lowest semester GPA in upper division.