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Senior year, two weeks before graduation, I'm in AP Chemistry when the intercom buzzes: "The following students report to counseling immediately for urgent academic review."

My name cuts through the classroom silence. Twenty pairs of eyes turn toward me as I pack up, my stomach dropping.

Mrs. Scott sits behind her desk with this satisfied smirk, my transcript spread out like evidence.

"I'm afraid there's been a significant error in your graduation status."

"What kind of error?"

She taps her pen against a highlighted section. "You're missing your foreign language requirement. You only completed two years of Spanish, but state law requires three consecutive years."

My blood runs cold. I'd been accepted to MIT with a full scholarship. Graduation was in fourteen days.

"That's impossible. I took Spanish 1, 2, and 3."

"Spanish 3 was an independent study that doesn't count toward the consecutive requirement. You'll need to complete Spanish 3 properly before we can issue your diploma."

The room starts spinning. MIT's scholarship required graduation by June 15th. It was already June 1st.

"Can I take summer Spanish?"

"The course isn't offered until fall semester."

I stared at her, processing the nightmare. Four years of perfect grades, destroyed because of a technicality no one had mentioned.

"Wait, who approved my independent study if it didn't count?"

Her smile falters slightly. "That would have been... the previous counselor."

"Can I see my file?"

She hesitates, then slides a thick folder across the desk. I flip through frantically until I find it—the independent study approval form.

Signed by Mrs. Scott herself. Last year.

My hands shake as I hold up the paper. "This has your signature."

Her face goes white. She snatches the form, staring at her own handwriting.

"I... there must have been some confusion about the requirements..."

"You approved something that you're now saying doesn't count?"

She starts shuffling papers desperately, pulling out more files. Her breathing gets faster.

"Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no."

She's pulling out file after file. Independent study approvals. All signed by her. All for students she's now claiming don't meet graduation requirements.

Seventeen seniors. Two weeks before graduation. All with college acceptances hanging in the balance.

The principal's voice comes over her intercom within the hour. "Mrs. Scott, please report to my office immediately."

By 3 PM, an emergency school board meeting was called. By 6 PM, all seventeen of us were cleared for graduation. And Mrs. Scott was escorted out by security, her twenty-year career ending in a cardboard box.