Not much blogging because there's not much time. Life is crazy, depressing, scary, and exciting all at once. Depressing mostly because I'm not getting enough financial aid to cover the cost of tuition, and I can't seem to snag a personal loan and no one can co-sign for me. Beth, an admissions counselor at a private arts college not unlike Columbia, has taken to harassing Columbia's financial aid department on my behalf. I'm supposed to be getting a lot more, according to the government, than they are giving me. When Beth asked to talk to the person in charge, she got voicemail. Hmmm.
The chance exists, after all this, that I might not be able to start school in the fall. Yet the move must go on. Needless to say, I'm grumpy about this. I mean, if I'm going to move back to the snow, I at least want a good reason to do it. Beyond that, I'm leaving a comfortable job and the last threads of financial security I'd managed to tie together thanks to a generous friend. Going to school was supposed to be my "job." No school = unemployed. Granted, I can probably find an equally mindless job as the one I have, but probably not one as flexible or casual. And I'd had myself all set for moving on, not just moving to the same shit in a different state.
I'm not done for yet, though. I have a very small cache of options left. Desperate measures, all of them. But desperate times...
