Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Yesterday it flurried from before sunrise until after sunset. I therefore spent the entire day in my room copying Latin vocabulary into a notebook; then, beginning around ten-thirty that evening, I transferred the information to flashcards. I have not yet concluded the project, but the blank-flashcard stockpile has diminished substantially enough that I had to abandon the cave in order to requisition more. Tomorrow I need to start the German flashcards, which could foreseeably take another two days.
The Father never responded to the last e-mail I sent requesting FAFSA information; he apparently has decided to ignore me for the rest of my life, because I don't want his wife to do my laundry. If I do not file a FAFSA, I am ineligible for any Stafford money, obviously, but I could also be disqualified from the need-based scholarship to which I applied this semester. When the financial aid office opens again next week, I need to speak to someone about this particular situation- surely there is some appeals process enabling me to be considered independent, even without having held the same job for two years or paying rent.
I cannot fathom why The Father is being so selfish. I still don't understand what I have done that is so horrible and unforgivable that he would intentionally make my life more difficult. The whole affair is ridiculous.
Flashcards. I am going now to make flashcards.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:03 AM]