The makeup exam was three weeks away. The scholarship decisions were in two. I had fourteen days to do something, and I still didn't know what.
On Tuesday, I had an interview.
It was for a different scholarship — the Callahan Grant, which was smaller than the Ashford one but still enough to keep me in school for another year. The interview was in the administration building, in a conference room with a long table and a portrait of the school's founder on the wall. There were three people on the panel: a woman from the alumni office, a man from the admissions office, and a third person whose name I didn't catch.
I sat at the end of the table with my hands folded in my lap and answered their questions. I told them about my grades and my activities and my plans. I told them I wanted to stu
