Last fall, I was in the final semester of my degree program. In the last two weeksor so of class, I underwent a horrible life tragedy. My instructors were aware of my diagnosis, and, although uncomfortable with it, there were no problems. One day, I left class in the middle of lecture and didn't return that day, My program coordinator and instructor came to me and said,"I don't know what happened to you, but you have been an excellent student throughouy, whatever happened must be devestating for you." and offered to let me test through in the spring. I had a strong GPA going in (remember at this point I had failed to take Two major exams!) I was told that this was not a mandate, but a suggestion. I ultimately chose to stay and play out my hand, it was soo tough. At the end of my semester, I realized that the program was not making things worse, but helping me to focus on something other than the event that unravelled me. Now, a graduate of my program, at least have the positive force of having stayed and finished what I started. Maybe this was just one less thing that I could use to beat myself up with. I am so glad I stayed. It turned out that it was all I had at that time! My daudhter is 19 and I would tell her this story in similar circumstance. You deserve to graduate with your peers!