As much as a 3 day week sounds blissful, I’m starting to see the downsides. Four days off are nothing to complain about, but reality is the 3 days I am in school and trying to get everything done are intense. Add in trying to date and have a life and its the perfect storm for needing those 4 recovery days. At least when they are weeks like this one.
Working? um… why would I? to pay bills? Ha! That implies there are actually jobs available that will be flexible enough to work with school schedules! Right. Not in this area lately.
Sure I could go for the Do You Want Fries With That option I guess, but I am trying to avoid the Freshman Fifteen this go around (does a 2 year associates even have a Freshman year?) and in all reality the minimum wage for busting my ass route is just going to leave me with no energy to study anything. So what’s the point? I’d flunk out anyway.
Thought that Grants & Scholarships would be extremely helpful this go around since the first time I did college I didn’t go for any at all. I was extremely lucky in that my grandparents & parents did some serious sacrificing and planning to put me through starting the day I was born. So since I haven’t even used assistance before, why not now right? WRONG. No longer eligible.
The grant I got – turns out someone in Financial Aid is a moron. They gave me money yet some how are now saying I didn’t qualify for it. So they took it back. Why don’t I qualify? bad grades? shady past? criminal records? blue eye shadow? Nope. Simply because I have a degree. A degree I was honest about from the get go in applying to school.
So now I owe several hundred dollars which they let me use at the bookstore for this now imaginary grant. Which has to be repaid before I can register for classes next week. Not sure how many people who aren’t working actually have that money just laying around without any purpose, but its not this girl.
Everything I have goes to getting by. Sure I’m not eating ramen every night, but I have cut back on a lot of expenses since starting school. So much so that I’m frustrated in a lot of ways. But that is adulthood. Not very many people do have tons of extra money to just toss. Its a trade off I am willing to make. Every purchase matters more now. If I decide to go get a cup of coffee out, that means I have to cut corners elsewhere. Its life.
Still I’m at the point where, its starting not to work.
Added unexpected expenses, like the grant I now have to repay along with the tuition for next year, are just not working out.
So stressed? You betcha.
What’s a girl to do? There are several places hiring for full time. One side of me says to take a step back and start working again. School will be there when I can get to it. Maybe take one night class for the next decade. Still going full time would mean I am done and working in a job I am going to want to be in, in roughly another year and a half. IF I can get there.
Student loans? As much as my parents really don’t want me to take on more debt… they are starting to seem like a very real option. Scary as it may be, the money has to come from somewhere.
Between trying to figure all this out and finalizing a will & end of life paperwork (for class, but still hit me hard emotionally), study for exams, stay up on readings, prepare for a speech (um… got an A even with um… saying um… way more than um… I wanted to!) and doing photowalks, honoring soldiers and staying connected with friends, I AM BEAT. My brain feels fried. Deep fried.
Still no stopping now. It may be my “weekend” but there is laundry to do, bags to pack, roads to travel with family waiting at the end to see. Oh yeah… & homework. Lots and lots of homework. With another exam waiting for me at 11 am on Monday.
Thank goddess for the Keurig & pug snuggles.