Could things have gone more wrong? - a little long

Some of you may remember my posting last fall about my daughter who went away to college only to break her arm and wind up with three roommates who did nothing but party.  All she wanted was to go to college and study anthropology.   Her quad-mates all turned out to be drunks, as well as the guys in the room across the hall.  Within three weeks of starting school she had broken her arm.  She was quite literally totally alone, but tried to stick it out rather than change rooms.  Bad mistake!

Right after winter break the roommates were really nice to her and she decided to go along with them to a frat party where they plied her with booze.  She got intensely sick and then was abandoned by them, had no way to get back to the college. 

My daughter  has a panic disorder and a seizure disorder, and after this incident (she was safe, thank God) she had a "nervous breakdown," came home and had panic attacks at the thought of going back.  She eventually withdrew (at her father's encouragement, against my protestations - I still think she should have moved into a different dorm), and applied to another state school close to home where she could commute from home. 

Because of all the trauma of the first semster her grades, of course, suffered badly. She had been an honor student all through high school, and was basically at the C level in college - broken arm, drunken roommates coming and going at all hours, two weeks with swine flu - Still she felt she could made a fresh start and get everything back on track. 

Yesterday she got a curt letter from Admissions at the college she applied to transfer to, saying the committee could not recommend her for admission.  No explanation, no chance to protest or discuss. 

So here she is in May of what was supposed to be her Freshman year of college, her friends all talking about final exams at their schools, and excitement of finishing their Freshman year, and she's being left behind.  I could cry. I have cried.  I don't know how to help her! 

I don't really know what I want to get out of this post, other than having a place to talk about it.  My insides turn over every time I think about it.  She's such a good kid - doesn't party, just wants to pursue her education, and suddenly it's yanked out from underneath her.  She doesn't want to go to Community College - in her words, only "morons" do that and it's too much like high school.  I don't know that she will have a choice.

Well, thanks for listening (or reading as the case may be) :)