Monday, February 27, 2006
Dr. Lavigne continues to insist I find some way to fill out the parental portion of the FAFSA. In a moment I intend to darken the doors of the newly-refurbished Financial Aid Office, which I suspect will do nothing for me, but I might at least have finality with that issue. In August or September the counselor I visited counseled that the University will not consider me an independent student, essentially, unless I either marry or turn twenty-three. Conveniently, I do not turn twenty-three until a month before I would graduate. The counselor handed me a sheet of private loan sources, which, of course, is not helpful, either, because I do not make enough to qualify for any of them.
How amusing, that I make several thousand dollars below the national poverty level, but am convolutedly ineligible for financial aid. Ich haße mein Leben.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:01 PM]