WELCOME TO THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF APPLYING FOR COLLEGIATE FINANCIAL AID!!!!
(you know, I needed another challenge like a moose needs a hat rack.)
So, it appears that I can't simply walk into a school, say, "Hi. Uh...can I have some cash to...uh, learn...stuff?" and then have 'em just grin like a down syndrome monkey and hand it over. This is very upsetting to me.
No, instead I have to fill out a FAFSA packet, (yes, it's a fucking PACKET) before they'll even be willing to have conversation about loans.
Dicks.
The only nice thing is that since I'm over 25, I don't have to give them Mom's financial information...which is a HUGE bonus. I might actually be eligible for grants and non-interest loans, and other goodies that sound really nice but I haven't a clue what they are, since my income from 2001 was...ahem...-$0-
We'll see though...I'm not sure if they're going to fall for that one. I wonder if I can be a dependent without legally being one... Time will tell... There were also the 4 most glorious words in The Student Guide: Financial Aid 2002-2003 (ah, our federal gov't, they're nothing if not laconic...)
OFF
CAMPUS
LIVING
ALLOWANCE
Wonderful people...perhaps I might be able to afford to exist after all...even if it's by borrowing money from U. Sam.
The campus here is less than stellar, but much better than USU... There are damnable Injun statues everywhere. You know, school mascot and such. It does, however, answer the age old question posed by Fred Gwynn. ("What's a Ute?")
The actual buildings are kinda drab though. Every structure within a 6 block radius is made of glass, wood, and/or concrete. It looks like a Frank Lloyd Wright nocturnal emission around here.
Damn I'm clever...
Ahhh...the joy of free Internet access...I could sit here for hours and it doesn't cost me a dime. Stupid Kinko's.
Let's see, what else is new...oh.
The job front.
Yes, it's true. My bachelor's degree means about as much to my fiscal success as a warm bucket of hampster vomit. I mean, I can't even get a part-time job hocking clothes. (Yes, both The People's Republic of Bananas and the Crew in the key of J have turned me down.) The first signs of panic are beginning to show...and have manifested in my picking up applications from Wherehouse Music and giving serious consideration to temping.
Sweet Jesus...
I did finish my internship paper the other day though...took about 5 Caffe Au Laits, 2 croissants and 1 pen ink refill...but it's done. Now it just needs to be typed, (today) and run on up to Low-Gan. (Friday, pending no snow.)
Also there's a Jeff's graduation/end of semester/X-mas party this Friday at Kami's place...always a good time.
Okay, I think that's all that's fit to print. I'm going to go take a shower and type my paper...take care everyone, and I'll see YOU tomorrow D.
j.s.
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