I brought Tom home from the hospital to find our house in the midst of a demolition. They are tearing out the tiles in our bathroom in order to fix our old, rusty, leaky pipes. It’s a good thing with incredibly bad timing. Luckily Tom is so wiped out, I think he’s sleeping through it all. Me, my nerves are shattered. Between staying awake over financial aid problems, and having to get up at 4:45 to take Tom to surgery, I was not in tip-top shape today. I spent the morning fretting over the surgery and the fact that my financial aid package for summer and next year’s school has been so sorely neglected by the powers that currently control by financial future, I almost lost my small but important summer scholarship. After sending and resending all the billion forms they asked me for, after proactively asking if they were actually working on my package, only to find out that it had been *woops* misplaced for a few weeks, I finally had to go down there and sit in the office til all was finished. The first draft was missing my Cal Grant. No! back to the drawing board with that one. After all was said and done, I still had to sign up for another $15,000 in student loans. Man, I hope this is a good school year, because this American debt crap is completely for the birds. How can I be $30,000 in debt after just two years of art school after all the scholarships and grants I got? It’s just not right. I don’t see how people do it. I don’t see how I do it. It’s crazy. Madness. Complete and utter madness. My a$$ hurts. I suppose the good news is, it’s all done. Surgery, financial aid, and the hammering racket in the shower. Time for a nap.
In a state of disrepair
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