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Well, still no word on the scholarship or anything else about college.
Of course, I did only send that application on the 26th. Late. Probably it didn't even start moving until the 27th.
As you might guess, I am still insanely nervous and a bit depressed now, too. So I forced myself to get on the phone and at least try to find out what's going on. Apparently no one is in the North Campus's financial aid center, though, since I let that phone ring for two minutes. x.x
And got stuck on hold on the phone for awhile, trying to get through to find anything out about my application. So I decided it's a bit soon for that anyway, and it will be less embarrassing to email them about it. Because I still want to ask. Just not a person, right this minute.
I am way too tired and it's making me weepy, and I still have to go back out to deposit this tiny little refund check from Pepboys, so I'll have money for a bit of gas and the sinus medicine I'm out of.
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Edit And, yeah, Dad agrees with me about the application and has pointed out that I'll probably be starting in the fall given the summer courses start on the 7th? And I am okay with that. Mostly.
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And I came home to see the white car that Dad had been letting Larry borrow? Wrecked. Leaking something out of the crunched front. Which completely freaked me out, until Dad called ( after I started writing this entry. I am too wiped out to start over) and let me know everything is okay. So I don't have to walk over to the trailer and worry about hospitals or anything else I was going to do, because Larry and everyone else in the car were fine and that's all I really care about right now.
Now. To hunt up that check and scoot off to the bank, put a smidgen of gas in the car and come home and crash. Physically. Because emotionally I've wrung myself out, here.
Of course, I did only send that application on the 26th. Late. Probably it didn't even start moving until the 27th.
As you might guess, I am still insanely nervous and a bit depressed now, too. So I forced myself to get on the phone and at least try to find out what's going on. Apparently no one is in the North Campus's financial aid center, though, since I let that phone ring for two minutes. x.x
And got stuck on hold on the phone for awhile, trying to get through to find anything out about my application. So I decided it's a bit soon for that anyway, and it will be less embarrassing to email them about it. Because I still want to ask. Just not a person, right this minute.
I am way too tired and it's making me weepy, and I still have to go back out to deposit this tiny little refund check from Pepboys, so I'll have money for a bit of gas and the sinus medicine I'm out of.
***
Edit And, yeah, Dad agrees with me about the application and has pointed out that I'll probably be starting in the fall given the summer courses start on the 7th? And I am okay with that. Mostly.
***
And I came home to see the white car that Dad had been letting Larry borrow? Wrecked. Leaking something out of the crunched front. Which completely freaked me out, until Dad called ( after I started writing this entry. I am too wiped out to start over) and let me know everything is okay. So I don't have to walk over to the trailer and worry about hospitals or anything else I was going to do, because Larry and everyone else in the car were fine and that's all I really care about right now.
Now. To hunt up that check and scoot off to the bank, put a smidgen of gas in the car and come home and crash. Physically. Because emotionally I've wrung myself out, here.
