Monday, June 06, 2005
Yesterday afternoon I napped, vanquishing the headache, but off-kiltered my sleep schedule; I could not fall asleep until after one in the morning, but arose again at four to prepare my hideous body for work at six. Sleep deprivation plus The Father aggravation equals a cranky Lauree.
The Father has avoided cosigning for the private summer loan I am attempting to undertake for almost three weeks. He claims a Stafford ought to cover my remaining tuition, but I was not awarded a summer Stafford loan. He repeats that he wants confirmation through the financial aid office, indicating that he will call them himself, which is perfectly fine... but he has not done so. Meanwhile, I had to get an extension loan, because the tuition due date passed already... this afternoon I informed The Father he needs to make a decision- it's all the same to me whether he wants to cosign or not, but if he doesn't, I immediately need to find someone else who will.
Frankly, I am too stressed ninety percent of the time to think through certain things properly. Preoccupying myself until death is essentially all I've done the entire year. I didn't come down to Katy in major part because I'm so empty now that it's really rather embarassing, even more so than gaining the freshman... nine hundred. Telling everyone I could not afford the bus/trip expenses was much less than half true.
Oh, well. The current attack plan is to remain in Lubbock, the armpit of America, completing the philological background for my classics education. When I graduate, unless I receive grants immediately, I might have to teach for a while before graduate school. After several stressful years of that work, I'll elope with Kermit the Frog to some foreign country, where I shall either continue classical research or become a moderately successful prostitute.
I must vanish for dinner with Christina, who will distract me until bedtime.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:36 PM]