Sloane hadn't ever really been good about asking for help; when it was thrust upon her by people she knew cared about her, that was one thing, but to make the effort to go seek out office hours from Professor Lissington was another thing entirely.

"Yeah, we'll see. She shrugged. "Hopefully with less classes next year, I'll have a little breathing room." Maybe the summer would help. Who knew. She sure as hell didn't know what she was doing. Whatever it was she was doing now clearly wasn't working, but she really didn't know what else she could possibly do either. "Something's got to give eventually." She could only bend so far before she broke.