Saturday, July 22, 2006
Having secured an apartment to live in for at least the fall semester lessens that constant stress I am under considerably. I already own most of what I would need for independent living, so I should be able to concentrate on tuition and paying credit card bills. I love the bills. They make me feel like a grown-up.
How many classes I take depends on whether I receive any amount of financial aid, the decision for which I have not been notified due to the incompleteness of the application. I await a required recommendation letter from one of my aunts. She is very busy, but she has had the form for over a month now. I may have to look for someone else, if she doesn't send it after this weekend.
Other than the monotony of waiting around for things to happen to me, this summer I have enjoyed being able to preoccupy my time with the reading of books. I decided that if I must drop out of school this fall, or if I must knock the hours down to three, I would have that much more time to read, or to study Latin and Greek uninterrupted with class assignments and tests. Since I might not receive any aid, I reconcile my disappointment with the above consolation. Besides which, having only one class would open whole days during which I might find a position of employment somewhere that would not require me to sell fried food to coddled, bratty university freshmen.
I wonder when I will begin doing things.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:50 PM]