Jamison keeps on with her list. “How about a museum curator?”
“How does my degree in special education transfer over to a museum curator?”
She shrugs helplessly. “I don't know, Heather. I looked over your transcripts. You have a fair amount of options. You almost finished your psychology degree, and you have a minor in art. You have a lot of credits. I’m sure we can find something. Either way, you need to decide. Do you want this degree, or do you want to graduate when you planned? Or are you willing to put everything off by a year max? Those are the options to get you to graduation.”
I say, “Okay. I think I should talk to a lawyer before I make any decisions. I have a friend who might be able to help me out and expedite this. Is there any chance I get could on this internship rotation if she can turn this around rapid fast?”
Jamison grimaces. “Well, technically no.”
I rear back, stunned. Man, the day was beginning to super suck. “Oh, I see. I guess that’s it then.”
She holds up a hand. “But I can give you until Tuesday of next week.”
It’s midday Friday, and I doubt I can find the right lawyer over the weekend. So, essentially that gives me Monday to find a lawyer and that person precious little time to see if my quest to clear my record is even possible.
“I’m sorry, Heather,” she says. “Your grades are exceptional, so transferring to another program isn't going to be a problem. You'll be accepted into almost anything.”
“Except the one thing I want to do,” I say sadly.