I’ve been kinda avoiding the whole school thing. It scares me, the idea of making all these big plans, of being admitted and picking out my classes and then not being able to go. Again.
It nearly killed me last time, I don’t know if I could make it through that again. Not completely intact.
But I realized that, in not dealing with it at all, I was sabotaging myself. So I got my ass in gear and made some calls today.
I have an appointment on Friday, April 13th with my academic advisor. For those of you who think I’m weird for making an appointment of such importance on Friday the 13th, that’s also the day I submitted my application.
As for the financial aid aspect of it, I spent a few minutes today on the phone with a VERY nice woman who assured me that the school is there to help me (a far cry from UIC, whose financial aid employee told me “It’s not MY job to find you money for school.”) and that the fafsa’s had not yet been processed, but to keep calling towards the middle of April to check if mine had been processed and that, as a Junior, I was eligible for $10,500 in loans right off the bat, which is nearly what I need to get through the year, including housing. But I have to wait until I get my letter from the school, then make the 5 and a half hour drive down there again to meet with people and get things settled. Then I’ll have to drive down there again to look at apartments.
I need a drink. And some alpaca to pet. Where the hell is my stress alpaca?