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Shit.
Well shit.
This has been the crappiest day of my life to date.
I had to wake up early to go to jazz band, but before I left I checked my email... WSU finally emailed me back about the FAFSA thing. Luckily, whether or not I've submitted my FAFSA doesn't impact scholarship consideration... however, the person who replied was kind enough to inform me that because I've already been awarded the Regents Scholarship of $6000, I'm not eligible for the University Achievement Award of $6000.
What the FUCK? Why the hell not? I need that money! It says it's guaranteed, right on the fucking page! I can't believe it. How am I supposed to get that much money in other scholarships? Do you know how many I've applied for? A hell of a lot! And do you know how many I've gotten? NONE! Well fuck WSU. If I'd applied anywhere else I'd go to that college out of spite.
Then, halfway to jazz band, my transmission blew out. Yep. I tried to back out of the parking lot to go to Maria's house after jazz band and my fucking car won't reverse. It'll drive but it won't reverse. Bridgette says replacing transmission costs two thousand dollars. I don't have that money!
My mom wouldn't let me take it to the mechanic this morning to get it looked at. Apparently my dad has to look at it, and if getting it fixed costs any money at all, I won't get to drive for the rest of the year, and she didn't want the car anyway, and it's all my fault.
All of this before eight o'clock this morning!
Shit.
Shit shit shit.
I'm going to email WSU and ask them why not. They'd better have a damn good reason.
And my dad called his friend from work to ask about my car. Seth is being my guardian angel... he's going to go way out of his way to pick me up tomorrow morning and take me to jazz band. Monday too, for sure, because Monday is our concert. I have to talk to Mrs. Moore tomorrow and tell her that after Monday I might not be able to come to jazz band until I have the money to get my car fixed... my house is too far out of Seth's way for him to pick me up every day.
I did promise to be nice to him and make him cookies in payment for picking me up. I guess I'd better do that now.
Again... shit.
infuriatedThis has been the crappiest day of my life to date.
I had to wake up early to go to jazz band, but before I left I checked my email... WSU finally emailed me back about the FAFSA thing. Luckily, whether or not I've submitted my FAFSA doesn't impact scholarship consideration... however, the person who replied was kind enough to inform me that because I've already been awarded the Regents Scholarship of $6000, I'm not eligible for the University Achievement Award of $6000.
What the FUCK? Why the hell not? I need that money! It says it's guaranteed, right on the fucking page! I can't believe it. How am I supposed to get that much money in other scholarships? Do you know how many I've applied for? A hell of a lot! And do you know how many I've gotten? NONE! Well fuck WSU. If I'd applied anywhere else I'd go to that college out of spite.
Then, halfway to jazz band, my transmission blew out. Yep. I tried to back out of the parking lot to go to Maria's house after jazz band and my fucking car won't reverse. It'll drive but it won't reverse. Bridgette says replacing transmission costs two thousand dollars. I don't have that money!
My mom wouldn't let me take it to the mechanic this morning to get it looked at. Apparently my dad has to look at it, and if getting it fixed costs any money at all, I won't get to drive for the rest of the year, and she didn't want the car anyway, and it's all my fault.
All of this before eight o'clock this morning!
Shit.
Shit shit shit.
I'm going to email WSU and ask them why not. They'd better have a damn good reason.
And my dad called his friend from work to ask about my car. Seth is being my guardian angel... he's going to go way out of his way to pick me up tomorrow morning and take me to jazz band. Monday too, for sure, because Monday is our concert. I have to talk to Mrs. Moore tomorrow and tell her that after Monday I might not be able to come to jazz band until I have the money to get my car fixed... my house is too far out of Seth's way for him to pick me up every day.
I did promise to be nice to him and make him cookies in payment for picking me up. I guess I'd better do that now.
Again... shit.
