“What do you mean, I can’t drop the class?” I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose as I took another calming breath before looking at the female clerk behind the desk where I had been waiting for ten minutes.
“I already explained, sweetheart,” the woman sighed, looking at me over her cat-eye glasses. “If you drop that class, you won’t have enough credits to graduate.”
“Can I just take another class? I’ll catch up on all the material!” I insisted, but she shook her head.
“It is almost the end of the semester, you can’t switch classes. If you drop now, you won’t be graduating this year,” the woman rolled her eyes, her patience with me growing almost as thin as my patience with her.
“And there is no other way…?”