The upshot was modification of her schedule. There was no other way for her to finish the semester, her last on campus.
So we went to my office, got my calendar out, found her a path to coming to some other classes of mine. Even involved my colleague across the hall who was going to proctor a timed essay Lois would have to do, but that she couldn't take at the regular time.
Then we got the testing center involved. Then we got clearance from the chair on something. And by we I mean me.
Lois scurried off, tears still in the corner of her eyes, and I started writing up new material for her to work on to finish her semester. I can't use the same stuff, because she's on an alternate schedule, and I like to remove any possible temptation of sharing info.
Her class meets Tuesday/Thursday, but part of the modifications involve her coming to my Monday 3 pm class instead, to get some of her work. It's in an out of the way building that Lois didn't seem to spark to, so I'd printed her a map off the campus website and circled the spot, wrote the time and day of our first meeting there.
Monday 3 pm came along and she was a no show.
When I went to her regular class on Tuesday morning she was sitting there smiling.
"What's up?" I said.
"Oh, I got it figured out. I don't need all that other stuff," she said, waving a hand and dismissing all of the work I'd done in order to help her is path to graduation.
"You're kidding," I said. I was pissed.
"No," she said, smiling. "It all worked out!"