After some time in the Marines followed by a number of years of commercial aviation, my brother decided to become a fighter pilot. As he had never gone to college, he went to a state school to meet the minimum requirements for acceptance -- which at the time was an Associate degree with a certain minimum grade point average.
As he was doing this later in life, he had just enough time to finish his degree and submit his paperwork for the program before a birthday would disqualify him. That May, Top Gun came out. The effect on interest in the program was so strong that they raised the grade point requirement to get in.
My brother wasn't always the best student but he had worked very hard on his degree and had the required grade point with room to spare. Now here's where it gets stupid -- after finals at the end of the year he found out that one professor had given him a failing grade, which under the new grade point requirements would disqualify him.
A phone call revealed that there was a mix up with a student with a similar name -- but at that point the professor was traveling abroad and wouldn't be able to fix the issue until after the holidays, and, unfortunately, after my brother's birthday.
My father, who had been a naval aviator himself, took my brother to D.C. to visit some old friends to try to rectify the situation. He was told that enrollment had spiked to the point where even they couldn't help.