Monday, July 10, 2006
I just learned Tim found a job teaching high school Latin near Philadelphia, and that Mathew teaches at another suburb in the area. Neither of them have actual teaching certification, so the prospects of finding a position somewhere were initially dim. I am relieved for them, and glad as well that they are near each other. I told Tim I would consider dropping out of school to move to Philadelphia, for I have been told I would be suited to east coast living.
I am not suited to armpit-of-America (Lubbock) living.I only took summer classes because I had received a grant to cover each semester, but last week I received an e-mail stating I had unpaid tuition (neither grant went through) and a hold on my transcript. This afternoon I tip-toed trepidatiously into the financial aid mega-facility, to be informed the grants would, indeed, go through sometime this afternoon: the computer had me logged for six hours (the amount the grants were for) each semester, but I had only registered for four. After the nice secretary lady alters my hours this afternoon, all should be well. Ausgezeichnet.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:26 AM]