Monday, October 30, 2006

I Had the Kind of Weekend...

...that makes you break off your acrylic fingernails so you can give into the desire to nervously chew your real nails into inexistence.

...heralded by your son's report card on Thursday that made you wonder (shame on you), "Lord, did this child inherit anything from me?"

...in which the good news that your department was guaranteeing you funding in the spring was offset by the facts that: 1) said funding comes with a waiver of out of state fees 2) said waiver increases your financial aid 3) hellish financial aid office decides you have been overawarded 4) said financial aid office returns your $2000 loan 5) you now immediately owe the university $2000, $1600 of which is "past due." Irony? I may be dropped from my hours which means I won't have funding/a job, which means I won't get the waiver, which makes all this redundant.

... during which you realize that without the acrylic nails, you can't engage in your other nervous habit--yanking out your eyelashes.

...in which you finish hand writing your revisions and are too tired to type them up.

...in which your increasingly insignificant other pisses you off further.

...during which you learn not only does being fat mean you must be unhealthy, it means you are misshapen (check the comments) and use more than your fair share of gasoline. Just so I can beat them to it, let me admit that I also tell little kids there is no Santa Claus, once stole from the tooth fairy, won't be a virgin if I get married, and single-handedly threw the 2000 presidential election. And my misdeeds ain't over because I'm not ready to sing.

...where you get to the library on Sunday at seven and all the close, well-lit parking spots are taken. Now, since you didn't really want to go, imagine what you have to bribe yourself with to stay.

...in which your use of the word "bitch" spikes exponentially as you use it randomly toward drivers, irksome family members, people blocking the aisle at the grocery store and your sister who's in the same mood as you.

...that ends with the observation, "I know damned well it ain't Monday again!"

13 comments:

JustMe said...

man, and i thought mine was bad. shutting up now.

Gwyneth Bolton said...

Dang, girl! Sounds like you had one of those weekends... Your post just made me have bad flashbacks from graduate school--navigating funding, financial aid, student loans, yikes! Some times that's enough to make you wanna holla and throw up both your hands as Marvin would say... I hope the week gets better...

Kate said...

Crap! Sorry about your weekend, especially the funding disaster. I hate hate hate university bureacracy. Any prof able to go to bat for you in your dept, or any admin in your dept that you have befriended?

Stupid stupid money. I hate financial stuff.

elle said...

I really don't know what to do. I'm appealing to have my budget recalculated b/c I have another dependent (my nephew) and I pay for an afterschool/childcare program. I don't know if they'll accept my appeal--if not, I don't have $2118.71 (the amount currently due), so I don't know if they drop me or what.

They do offer emergency loans, but they have to be paid back by the end of the semester--yeah, I'm especially going to have $2118.71 (I just have to keep saying that amount) plus interest around Christmas.

ChasingMoksha said...

Maybe you can ask for a delay, and then a payment plan. Or even ask if the amount can be subtracted from next semeaster's reward. I knew a girl that mangaged that. Especially if someone in your department can help.

Good luck. If I had it I would send to you. But I never have money unless I am in school. Sorry.

Rebecca said...

Isn't there someone in your department who can help you sort this out? This is really ridiculous.

I can at least buy you lunch...puh-leeze?

Prof Mama said...

Oh My Lord! I am so sorry to hear about *all* of this. I am really hoping someone in your department comes through for you, because this is just shitty.

brownfemipower said...

I don't know if this is going to get through, I've had a really hard time posting on your site!! but in case it does, absolutly FUCK all financial aid offices. FUCK THEM. May whatever lord/god in the sky there is send floods to wipe out all existing financial aid offices.

don't undo your nails girl--i know how much that shit costs. instead, here, chew on mine. i've been taking my vitamins, so they are nice and thick--nice and chewy.

:-)

elle said...

BfP,

too late. and now with the bill hanging over my head they're going to have to stay chewed up and nasty looking.

nah! i'm lying --i'm going to have to get the money to get them re-applied by the 17th when i go to louisiana. $25 is just a drop in the bucket at this point.

and i join you in the rousing chorus of "FUCK FINANCIAL AID!"

Wonder why you're having problems posting, though

elle said...

just reading through all the comment--thanks for the good wishes, guys. and rebecca, please let's do lunch!

Professor Zero said...

I hate the financial aid office!

brownfemipower said...

I hate the financial aid office!


Seriously--i spent TWO MONTHS batteling with those fuckers over my financial aid. I mean, two months behind on rent, two months behind on car payment--exactly what I need--lose my car just as I get kicked out of my house, you know?

some times, the only way to make a good day go even better is to remember that you *still* don't have any money and you have to sit in the financial aid office for four hours...AGAIN.

RageyOne said...

So sorry you had such a horrible weekend. I hope you get the financial aid thing worked out.

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