It’s official, I’m starting to freak out.
How the hell am I doing to pay for school? Just how in the world am I supposed to do it???
My financial aid is only covering 7 credit, and I need another 8 to be full time.
I got a credit card in the mail – one that’s right up my alley. They plant 10 trees for each person that signs up before May 20th, and for every purchased used it donates however much to non-profit organizations like Planned Parenthood and a few others. All I had to do was sign up, and I could have the remainder of those credits momentarily taken care of.
My boyfriend talked me out of it. I already owe money on two credit cards for going to Wales twice this year. That’s right, 6.5K miles, twice in 7 months (family stuff). It’s the sensible thing to do, to not have to get even more in debt.
But how the hell am I supposed to pay for school?? I found that scholarship yesterday, you know, the one that has a submission due date of tomorrow, which – should I be granted it – wouldn’t be applicable for this quarter any way. I don’t have my letters of recommendations and I couldn’t get through to any one at my old high school to get my transcripts.
How the hell do people do this??
I always hear about my friends going back to school, with absolutely no idea in the world they pay for it.
And this is just Community College! What about when I get into Western? And have to pay actual money? What then? Do I start selling my boyfriend on the street corner? Do I start cooking meth? How the hell do people pay for education?!
I’m freaking out. All the zen and assurance I have been channeling over the last three weeks has just gone walkies, and now I am starting to vibrate, and my b\eyes are melting out of my skull, and my dreads are strewn all over the house from me tearing them out. I’ve already created trenches throughout the house from pacing (we are now fully equipped for war), and I am just about out of booze!
No seriously, I’m asking, how do I do this? How do I pay for school?
I have this sinking doomed feeling that if I can’t get in this quarter, or for summer quarter, that I just might not do it at all. It makes me sick to consider it an option. In writing that, I realize that it isn’t even slightly an option. I have to do it. No two ways about it.
Just need to figure out the how….and stop tearing out my hair. I’ll be moving on to my boyfriend’s beard once my hair is gone.