My phone buzzed. I looked down to see an email notification: “I’m sorry to report . . .” With my heart sinking, I opened up the full email. My class exception request had been denied.
Since October, I’d been struggling to create the perfect class schedule for my final semester at BYU. By December, I had gotten off the waitlist for an editing course. Everything was looking good, except for one class. I needed it to graduate, but it was throwing a wrench into my work schedule at a new internship. And it would be so nice to have three fewer credits in my final semester. With only a few weeks before the new semester, I submitted an exception request, hoping that my internship might be counted in place of this course.
Now here I was. After weeks of anticipation, during which I prayed and