If you’re like me, you relish the arbitrary things that don’t mean much: retweets, compliments on your sweater, that sort of thing. The little things make the day, am I right? Chief among these are that essential part of everyone’s Yale education: the A in the gut class. The GPA boost from Natty D, the proud look in your parents’ eyes when you tell them you killed it in Intro IR. Petty? Perhaps. Who cares, you deserve it.