Ever heard the saying, "when it rains, it pours"? I am not a fan of such trite sayings, but why are they always true? The last couple of weeks of April were complete hell.
Three things bothered me the most about those couple of weeks. First, in no particular order, finals started. This normally isn't a big deal, but this semester I had a couple of really horrible professors and so I stopped going to class. I am pretty amazing when it comes to teaching myself and I am a really quick learner, but I didn't manage to pull it off in my organic chem class this semester. All of my other grades were acceptable and I pulled of physics especially well. Organic chem I have to retake over the summer though. Yay.. I wasn't horribly torn up about this though, since it was my own fault.
Second, my France study abroad fell through. I am proud that I have such control over my emotions, but this time I was livid. It turns out that even if you take the advice of the financial advisers, you're still screwed because they are uneducated assholes. A couple of months ago, I went and asked how much I could get because I didn't want to sign up for a program that I could not afford. Being raised by a single mom, bartending only a couple days a week to focus on school, and having my grants taken away because I am a white male makes money pretty tight sometimes. The adviser showed me a plan that involved increasing my spring semester loan to cover my bills, spending money, and flight, then using my summer loans to cover the tuition costs. Sounded good. I did what I was told and took out a larger loan during the spring, signed up for the program, and bought the plane ticket. Come the last week in April they still hadn't told me how much I could expect over the summer. I had been bugging them for weeks, to no avail. They told me to wait and they would email me. No email came and when I went in person they told me they only approved me for a thousand dollars. The tuition is six thousand. Apparently, they think I can pull five thousand dollars out of my butt. That would be a neat trick, but I can't. So I had to drop out of the program. It doesn't stop there. Now they are telling me that I dropped out late, so I am still going to owe them a couple thousand because they already spent money on me in France. This is going to get fun.
Third....I hate jealous sissy crybaby bitch boyfriends. A girl got hired at the bar and she and I became pretty good friends. We hung out on campus a lot during breaks we had between classes. The girl is amazingly cute and I think she is great. So, we both made it bluntly clear to each other in the beginning that nothing would happen because she had a boyfriend and I will not be that guy. Plus, I enjoy her friendship and would want to risk it by making her choose like that. Making sure not to cross the line, she became one of my best friends. On her birthday, we were all at the bar celebrating. I don't really like her boyfriend and we only rarely hang out, but I can play nice for her birthday. I left before they did and later that night, I get a phone call from him telling me to back off. Ha.. I even surprised myself by being more mature about the situation and assuring him I wasn't a threat and I was not that guy. He was rude and accusatory, but I blew it off. He accused me of hurting their relationship. I believe if their relationship is hurting, it is not because I am doing something. It is because he is not. I didn't tell him that though, just that I wasn't a threat...over and over...She has been distant the past couple of weeks, though. I know I just need to give it time, but it is freaking annoying.
A lot for a week and a half, right. Last week was ok. My roommates parents were in town from Istanbul. They don't speak much English and I don't speak any Turkish (yet), but they are really nice people. I had a good time.
Anyway, I am going to sleep off this cold I think I am catching. Lots of great sets while I was MIA. Props to all. Later.
Three things bothered me the most about those couple of weeks. First, in no particular order, finals started. This normally isn't a big deal, but this semester I had a couple of really horrible professors and so I stopped going to class. I am pretty amazing when it comes to teaching myself and I am a really quick learner, but I didn't manage to pull it off in my organic chem class this semester. All of my other grades were acceptable and I pulled of physics especially well. Organic chem I have to retake over the summer though. Yay.. I wasn't horribly torn up about this though, since it was my own fault.
Second, my France study abroad fell through. I am proud that I have such control over my emotions, but this time I was livid. It turns out that even if you take the advice of the financial advisers, you're still screwed because they are uneducated assholes. A couple of months ago, I went and asked how much I could get because I didn't want to sign up for a program that I could not afford. Being raised by a single mom, bartending only a couple days a week to focus on school, and having my grants taken away because I am a white male makes money pretty tight sometimes. The adviser showed me a plan that involved increasing my spring semester loan to cover my bills, spending money, and flight, then using my summer loans to cover the tuition costs. Sounded good. I did what I was told and took out a larger loan during the spring, signed up for the program, and bought the plane ticket. Come the last week in April they still hadn't told me how much I could expect over the summer. I had been bugging them for weeks, to no avail. They told me to wait and they would email me. No email came and when I went in person they told me they only approved me for a thousand dollars. The tuition is six thousand. Apparently, they think I can pull five thousand dollars out of my butt. That would be a neat trick, but I can't. So I had to drop out of the program. It doesn't stop there. Now they are telling me that I dropped out late, so I am still going to owe them a couple thousand because they already spent money on me in France. This is going to get fun.
Third....I hate jealous sissy crybaby bitch boyfriends. A girl got hired at the bar and she and I became pretty good friends. We hung out on campus a lot during breaks we had between classes. The girl is amazingly cute and I think she is great. So, we both made it bluntly clear to each other in the beginning that nothing would happen because she had a boyfriend and I will not be that guy. Plus, I enjoy her friendship and would want to risk it by making her choose like that. Making sure not to cross the line, she became one of my best friends. On her birthday, we were all at the bar celebrating. I don't really like her boyfriend and we only rarely hang out, but I can play nice for her birthday. I left before they did and later that night, I get a phone call from him telling me to back off. Ha.. I even surprised myself by being more mature about the situation and assuring him I wasn't a threat and I was not that guy. He was rude and accusatory, but I blew it off. He accused me of hurting their relationship. I believe if their relationship is hurting, it is not because I am doing something. It is because he is not. I didn't tell him that though, just that I wasn't a threat...over and over...She has been distant the past couple of weeks, though. I know I just need to give it time, but it is freaking annoying.
A lot for a week and a half, right. Last week was ok. My roommates parents were in town from Istanbul. They don't speak much English and I don't speak any Turkish (yet), but they are really nice people. I had a good time.
Anyway, I am going to sleep off this cold I think I am catching. Lots of great sets while I was MIA. Props to all. Later.
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shyla:
Cheer up buttercup! Things will begin to look -up! We can go to the zoo together and have a grand o' time. Haha. You should dye your hair blue again, I'd like to see that.
mandamediocrity:
i've always been really big on the ish.