It's been a week since my last post and I've finished jumping. I'm happy that now I won't have to do a butt load of remedial cultural studies assignments but then I remembered my truancy. According to the letter I'm not guaranteed to loose all of my credits but they (whoever they are) may look into taking action into doing so. My list of truancy violations is a page long and if you count the individual cases I have about 11 unexcused absences for Junior Year (my best school year academically as of yet) and about 15 for Senior Year (I don't even know where all of those came from). I keep forgetting o talk to Lindsay so I thought that I'd email her over the break. That didn't work out because the email address listed for her on the Graham School Website isn't valid. My only hope is that with my violations I'm on the cusp of truancy. Its not like I missed half of the year, and when I was truant I managed to get EE's in most of my classes. In addition to that a couple of the unexcused absences were during the time my mom kicked me out, I think my relocation time should be excused. I wont deny that alot of my unexcused absences were from me being lazy or following the line of reasoning "If I don't have my homework done I won't have anything to contribute to class so why show up" but some of them were that I missed the bus and I didn't have a ride to school or I overdosed on lactose the night before and was paying the price the next day or had cramps or some other legitimate reason that I didn't bother to get excused. I don't think I should be kept from graduating for these reasons. All I can do is cross my fingers.
Anyway I'll just have to shove that to the back of my brain and trudge on. I have better things to do right now besides blogging (and you probably have better things to do right now besides reading my blog) so I'll leave you here.
Until next time...
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
I PASSED!!!!!!!
I PASSED!! I got a "C" in French and a "A" in English Composition.!!! I'm so happy! I was really afraid there for a very long second but it was all worth it for passing grades. I'm too ecstatic to journal. I'll continue tomorrow after I finish jumping around.
Until next time...
Until next time...
Saturday, March 22, 2008
All Done!!
SO! It's finally Spring Break. Surprisingly, I'm still kind of stressed out, (but not nearly as much as before). I haven't gotten my grades back yet, its nerve racking. I can't do anything now to improve them now. I'll save you from my list of insecurities. I'll just leave it at this, I'm itching to see my grades but worried that if they're bad that I'll be really depressed for the rest of the break. But that's okay, I'm listening to "July, July" by the Decemberists and nothing bad can happen so long as I keep pumping an endless number of upbeat indie songs with tambourine playing. Oh no!! "A Cautionary Song", must.. find... another... upbeat song or else... something bad is bound to happen; Thank God!! "A Legionnaire's Lament" I'm safe (up beat but still kind of depressing if you listen to the words, I'll just make it a point not to pay attention to the lyrics, only to the accordion.)
Until next time...
Until next time...
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Bleak Outlook
I just got back from taking my French Final. It took me forever to finish but I did. I'm not too sure that the grade is high enough to pass the course but we'll see. I got handed back some graded work today. On the test I got good grade, an okay grade on a composition and a horrible grade on one quiz but a terrific grade on another. I hope I pass, I don't want to give a senior symposium on failure. Anyway I need to finish a couple of papers for English Composition to turn in at 8:00 today. I don't think I'll get around to writing my Walkabout Proposal, I hope it will be accepted late, I'd rather turn in a completely detailed proposal when school lets back in than a half asses one. I can't wait until the end of the day, but for now I need to do some writing so I'll leave you here.
Until next time...
Until next time...
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Four Star Performance
Everyone is in a pissy mood today. My mom just yelled at my brother for "contaminating toilet paper" after opening a pack and throwing the rolls down the hallway. I woke up at about 5:00 pm which is bad, maybe something happened during the earlier part of the day, but nobody's told me anything.
This weekend was pretty boring so I'll focus my energy on reflecting on "Antigone" a Davis Center Production that I saw Friday. It was amazing!! Far better than any other Davis Center performance I've seen (except for maybe Rosencrantz and Guildenstern). The Costumes were great, the set was magnificent and the acting was superb. I'm a pretty cynical person but I can't find anything to criticize with this Davis performance. I'm usually pretty skeptical about teen actors but everyone in Antigone was great, I mean they not only put forth the effort but they were great as their characters. Tanara played Antigone's sister and I was awed at how great and how convincing her confusion and sorrow were. Everyone involved did a great job (especially Ify and Maddie whose walkabout was to do the Set and the Costuming).
Anyway I have to comb out my hair and finish a paper for English Composition so I'll leave you here.
Until next time...
This weekend was pretty boring so I'll focus my energy on reflecting on "Antigone" a Davis Center Production that I saw Friday. It was amazing!! Far better than any other Davis Center performance I've seen (except for maybe Rosencrantz and Guildenstern). The Costumes were great, the set was magnificent and the acting was superb. I'm a pretty cynical person but I can't find anything to criticize with this Davis performance. I'm usually pretty skeptical about teen actors but everyone in Antigone was great, I mean they not only put forth the effort but they were great as their characters. Tanara played Antigone's sister and I was awed at how great and how convincing her confusion and sorrow were. Everyone involved did a great job (especially Ify and Maddie whose walkabout was to do the Set and the Costuming).
Anyway I have to comb out my hair and finish a paper for English Composition so I'll leave you here.
Until next time...
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Money and other unpleasant matters
So for a while I've known that now that I'm eighteen, at the end of the school year my dad is no longer required to pay child support. But I just learned that he has no intentions of helping me with college or college tuition (which for the college I've been accepted to so far is upwards of $30,000). He acts as if he's being pressed for money, as if paying child supports was making a huge dent in his pocket. First of all my mom only got like $5,000 a year to support me and second of all according to the 2006-2007 FAFSA he makes more than three times what my mom makes. He complains about not having any money but then turns around and buys an Audi to replace his old car. Did he think "Hey if I get an older model or a little less flashy of a brand than I'll have enough money remaining to get Jordan a decent used car at a reasonable price" No, and now he complains when I need a ride to wherever (although he complains comfortably with leather seats, a wood dashboard, 6 disk CD changer, Satellite radio that identifies the artist playing, a sun roof and an ultra turbo engine).
He likes to take credit for our (Cole and My) accomplishments, brag about how Cole's in the Nutcracker and Jordan's going to Morocco, show us off at family reunions but doesn't like shelling out anything to make those things possible. If it was up to him I would getting an online degrees from some unaccredited backwoods university. If it was up to him neither of us would be learning how to play instruments. If it was up to him Cole wouldn't be in ballet and if it was up to him we probably wouldn't have been born. But we were and whether he regrets it or not he needs to own up to the fact that his role in life has become that of a father and like it or not that means spending more than what's court appointed.
He likes to only have to take part in the fun times, when for example we went to England, Whales and Paris. I had been saving up for years, working at festivals, slinging sausages at Schmidt's, days of scorching hot sun, days of tart smelling sauerkraut and blasting polka. After years of work I was still about $1,000 short . On a whim I invited him to chaperon the trip (I was with Girls Scouts) thinking that he would turn it down, but he snatched up his opportunity and shelled out his full trip expense in one check. While my mom had to scrape the bottom of her pocket book to pay the remaining of my trip fee. She was the one who helped me peddle sausages at the State Fair, not him. He got all of the reward with none of the struggle and though we enjoyed the trip thoroughly, it's times like this when I am in desperate need for college money and he refuses to help out, that I wish he hadn't come. I wish he would stop trying to play the role of a father and just be one.
Well, until next time...
*looking at this journal in retrospect I'm kind of ashamed. My dad isn't all bad or even mostly bad, he's just... my dad. So I'm going to leave this post as a testament to my frustration but keep in mind that everyone has their follies and that through the good and bad times my dad's been there, to help me through them.
He likes to take credit for our (Cole and My) accomplishments, brag about how Cole's in the Nutcracker and Jordan's going to Morocco, show us off at family reunions but doesn't like shelling out anything to make those things possible. If it was up to him I would getting an online degrees from some unaccredited backwoods university. If it was up to him neither of us would be learning how to play instruments. If it was up to him Cole wouldn't be in ballet and if it was up to him we probably wouldn't have been born. But we were and whether he regrets it or not he needs to own up to the fact that his role in life has become that of a father and like it or not that means spending more than what's court appointed.
He likes to only have to take part in the fun times, when for example we went to England, Whales and Paris. I had been saving up for years, working at festivals, slinging sausages at Schmidt's, days of scorching hot sun, days of tart smelling sauerkraut and blasting polka. After years of work I was still about $1,000 short . On a whim I invited him to chaperon the trip (I was with Girls Scouts) thinking that he would turn it down, but he snatched up his opportunity and shelled out his full trip expense in one check. While my mom had to scrape the bottom of her pocket book to pay the remaining of my trip fee. She was the one who helped me peddle sausages at the State Fair, not him. He got all of the reward with none of the struggle and though we enjoyed the trip thoroughly, it's times like this when I am in desperate need for college money and he refuses to help out, that I wish he hadn't come. I wish he would stop trying to play the role of a father and just be one.
Well, until next time...
*looking at this journal in retrospect I'm kind of ashamed. My dad isn't all bad or even mostly bad, he's just... my dad. So I'm going to leave this post as a testament to my frustration but keep in mind that everyone has their follies and that through the good and bad times my dad's been there, to help me through them.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Arabian Nights at the Ballet
Yesterday I had the worst headache in my long and established history of headaches. I hadn't eaten for a day and a half (I get busy and tend to forget) and by the time I had finished Senior Seminar and was making my way up Glenmont to the Whetstone library my brain was throbbing. I hung out at the library did some math, did some walkabout research and still had another hour to kill so I ordered a couple of books on cycling from the library. I tried to read but everything was so painful. Then I walked back up to school to sit in on the Math Study Hall sixth period, something I might begin making a habit, seeing as I need help with math all the time.
I called my mom to pick me up from the bus stop because I had already spent an hour and a half walking back and forth between the library and school and was not about to walk the 11 blocks it takes to walk home from my school bus stop. We went to get something to eat at COSI. I went to sleep only to be woken up an hour later because I had to watch Cole perform in Aladdin. I then re-dressed, trading sneakers for heels, my polo for a sweater and my black pea coat for a corduroy blazer (added some pearls). I stumbled into the car and we made our way to the capital theatre with 15 minutes to spare.
At the performance (it was put on by BalletMet Columbus) we had the farthest most row in the Mezzanine, which still afforded us a surprisingly good view. Cole was a the lead street urchin, he was soo cute, in his rags and dirt smugged face trying to pick peoples pockets. Before the performance because it was intended for children the cast wandered the audience engaging them in their character. I can just imagine it; Cole dressed as a pickpocket pretending to steal someones purse, that someone not realizing it's an act, smacking Cole across the face before snatching back their belongings; audience involvement has trouble written all over it. When the ballet finally started, my mom complained that the music the dancers were dancing to wasn't authentic Arabian music. She thought that if it had been than maybe the show might have seemed more authentic. I told her that "Yeah it would also be nice if the whole cast was Arabic and weren't from Upper Arlington and various other Ohio suburbs but hat isn't being rational." Can you even dance ballet to Arabic music?, I mean sure you can dance to Arabic music but not ballet. By the time Aladdin and the Princes danced their 5th dance together I leaned over to my mom and asked "Do you think that maybe they might be into each other or something?". Other comments included "Oh my God is this ever going to end?", and "Damn it! I actually thought he was going to rape her" (at this point a two year old sitting on the floor looked up at me). All in all the Princess was really dumb. Aladdin gave her a lamp to guard and she went over and traded it for a new lamp. She wasn't even that pretty, she had absolutely nothing going for her but her status. What kind of message are we sending to our youth? That said by the time intermission rolled around I was ready to leave.
At the end of the performance when Cole finally emerged from the dressing rooms (who takes 20 minutes to change?) he was down trodden. Last time he performed it was in the Nutcracker playing Fritz and my grandparents and my aunt and uncle came down from New York to see him. One of my aunts missed it and made some off handed comment about maybe coming down to see Aladdin; as a result Cole has been certain (no matter now many times we tell him otherwise) that Aunt Velletta and our cousins were coming down to see Aladdin, and that it was supposed to be a surprise but clever him had figured it out. My aunt is not coming down to Ohio, she's a very worrisome person and likes everything to be in order, the disorganization of traveling spur of the moment would surely kill her if not trigger an anxiety attack. I told Cole this but he insists that "Well of course you wouldn't tell me, it's supposed to be a surprise." Walking out of the dressing rooms he expected to see a throng of extended family waiting to congratulate him on his great performance but instead he met us; my mother grinning with pride me looking annoyed and poorly dressed. His initial steps out of the dressing room were the tentative tip toe steps that he does when he's proud of himself but doesn't want to show it, he also had a bashful kind of expression on his face; but upon seeing us his face fell and his posture slouched, his steps becoming heavy. It was hilarious and well worth sitting through that awful (ly long) ballet.
Well, Until Next time...
I called my mom to pick me up from the bus stop because I had already spent an hour and a half walking back and forth between the library and school and was not about to walk the 11 blocks it takes to walk home from my school bus stop. We went to get something to eat at COSI. I went to sleep only to be woken up an hour later because I had to watch Cole perform in Aladdin. I then re-dressed, trading sneakers for heels, my polo for a sweater and my black pea coat for a corduroy blazer (added some pearls). I stumbled into the car and we made our way to the capital theatre with 15 minutes to spare.
At the performance (it was put on by BalletMet Columbus) we had the farthest most row in the Mezzanine, which still afforded us a surprisingly good view. Cole was a the lead street urchin, he was soo cute, in his rags and dirt smugged face trying to pick peoples pockets. Before the performance because it was intended for children the cast wandered the audience engaging them in their character. I can just imagine it; Cole dressed as a pickpocket pretending to steal someones purse, that someone not realizing it's an act, smacking Cole across the face before snatching back their belongings; audience involvement has trouble written all over it. When the ballet finally started, my mom complained that the music the dancers were dancing to wasn't authentic Arabian music. She thought that if it had been than maybe the show might have seemed more authentic. I told her that "Yeah it would also be nice if the whole cast was Arabic and weren't from Upper Arlington and various other Ohio suburbs but hat isn't being rational." Can you even dance ballet to Arabic music?, I mean sure you can dance to Arabic music but not ballet. By the time Aladdin and the Princes danced their 5th dance together I leaned over to my mom and asked "Do you think that maybe they might be into each other or something?". Other comments included "Oh my God is this ever going to end?", and "Damn it! I actually thought he was going to rape her" (at this point a two year old sitting on the floor looked up at me). All in all the Princess was really dumb. Aladdin gave her a lamp to guard and she went over and traded it for a new lamp. She wasn't even that pretty, she had absolutely nothing going for her but her status. What kind of message are we sending to our youth? That said by the time intermission rolled around I was ready to leave.
At the end of the performance when Cole finally emerged from the dressing rooms (who takes 20 minutes to change?) he was down trodden. Last time he performed it was in the Nutcracker playing Fritz and my grandparents and my aunt and uncle came down from New York to see him. One of my aunts missed it and made some off handed comment about maybe coming down to see Aladdin; as a result Cole has been certain (no matter now many times we tell him otherwise) that Aunt Velletta and our cousins were coming down to see Aladdin, and that it was supposed to be a surprise but clever him had figured it out. My aunt is not coming down to Ohio, she's a very worrisome person and likes everything to be in order, the disorganization of traveling spur of the moment would surely kill her if not trigger an anxiety attack. I told Cole this but he insists that "Well of course you wouldn't tell me, it's supposed to be a surprise." Walking out of the dressing rooms he expected to see a throng of extended family waiting to congratulate him on his great performance but instead he met us; my mother grinning with pride me looking annoyed and poorly dressed. His initial steps out of the dressing room were the tentative tip toe steps that he does when he's proud of himself but doesn't want to show it, he also had a bashful kind of expression on his face; but upon seeing us his face fell and his posture slouched, his steps becoming heavy. It was hilarious and well worth sitting through that awful (ly long) ballet.
Well, Until Next time...
Thursday, March 13, 2008
I was accepted to a college!! Now all I have to do is graduate.
Okay in my last blog when I said that the day wouldn't get any better it did. About five minutes after I logged off of my account Otterbein called to tell me that I'd been accepted!I'm going to college! I haven't got any replies from the other colleges I've applied to yet but its important to take pleasure in the little things.
Tuesday I had my last English Composition class. We still have papers to turn in but all we have to do is drop them off at Prof. Beickelman's office before Friday and we're set. We spent our last day writing a "final evaluation" and slowly watching the class staples who you've come accustomed to (but never committed their names to memory) trickle out of the room, there was Sideburns Guy, ADHD Bryce, Miss Sociable, Baseball Cap Guy, Community Housing Guy, Amber Cole Equivalent Girl, Girl who knows Chloe and Elizabeth at Graham, and finally Christian Dad. I was of course the last person to finish the evaluation. The individual who finished before me(Christian Dad) stayed back to talk to the professor. He's an older gentleman, the father of a Junior at Worthington- Kilbourn High school . He's the type that finds significance in every detail of life and openly expresses the joys of parenting.... one of those types. He's also a Christian that goes on annual mission trips with his church. When asked what we could do about world poverty he answers, "Nothing, I don't think we can do anything about it." (How about becoming awarer of your spending, if you live in Worthington God knows you can afford it.) Anyway, despite his positivity this guy rubs me the wrong way.
After I finished my evaluation I witnessed him lecture Prof. Beickelman about how he should settle down and start a family. Prof. B. grinned politely, trying to avoid the prying questions about his personal life, which based on how Prof. B specifically avoided the question "Why haven't you found a nice girl to settle down with?" I'm skeptical as to whether his lifestyle is one that this student student would approve. Changing the subject Prof. B praised me on my intelligence and dotted on how fantastic I am.
I'm sad to see this class end. I genuinely enjoyed taking it. As long as I turn in my last papers I see no reason I wont pass this class if not ace it. French on the other hand is still iffy. Over the summer I enjoyed taking French but not anymore, I find myself dreading each and every class. I haven't gotten my last test score back yet so I'm not quite sure where to place myself (failing or almost failing), I'm really anxious about next week and for better or worst will be glad when this shit is over. If your a Junior or a sophomore reading this (not hat anyone but Jessi is reading this) take my advice; NEVER take a college class to full fill a graduation requirement!! Looking back I should have taken a full course load at Graham first semester, gotten all of my credits out of the way, gone overseas for 3rd quarter walkabout, came back and taken Columbus State classes for 4th quarter, hindsight is 20/20. I'm sure someone suggested this to me but I didn't listen to them, how stupid of me. If I don't pull through with French then my only option for graduating on time would to do an extensive paper or additional project or something for Cultural Studies while on my 4th quarter Walkabout (as if I didn't have enough to do, teaching children to speak and empowering women and whatnot).
Anyway thinking about graduation has stressed me out so I'll end it here.
Until next time...
Tuesday I had my last English Composition class. We still have papers to turn in but all we have to do is drop them off at Prof. Beickelman's office before Friday and we're set. We spent our last day writing a "final evaluation" and slowly watching the class staples who you've come accustomed to (but never committed their names to memory) trickle out of the room, there was Sideburns Guy, ADHD Bryce, Miss Sociable, Baseball Cap Guy, Community Housing Guy, Amber Cole Equivalent Girl, Girl who knows Chloe and Elizabeth at Graham, and finally Christian Dad. I was of course the last person to finish the evaluation. The individual who finished before me(Christian Dad) stayed back to talk to the professor. He's an older gentleman, the father of a Junior at Worthington- Kilbourn High school . He's the type that finds significance in every detail of life and openly expresses the joys of parenting.... one of those types. He's also a Christian that goes on annual mission trips with his church. When asked what we could do about world poverty he answers, "Nothing, I don't think we can do anything about it." (How about becoming awarer of your spending, if you live in Worthington God knows you can afford it.) Anyway, despite his positivity this guy rubs me the wrong way.
After I finished my evaluation I witnessed him lecture Prof. Beickelman about how he should settle down and start a family. Prof. B. grinned politely, trying to avoid the prying questions about his personal life, which based on how Prof. B specifically avoided the question "Why haven't you found a nice girl to settle down with?" I'm skeptical as to whether his lifestyle is one that this student student would approve. Changing the subject Prof. B praised me on my intelligence and dotted on how fantastic I am.
I'm sad to see this class end. I genuinely enjoyed taking it. As long as I turn in my last papers I see no reason I wont pass this class if not ace it. French on the other hand is still iffy. Over the summer I enjoyed taking French but not anymore, I find myself dreading each and every class. I haven't gotten my last test score back yet so I'm not quite sure where to place myself (failing or almost failing), I'm really anxious about next week and for better or worst will be glad when this shit is over. If your a Junior or a sophomore reading this (not hat anyone but Jessi is reading this) take my advice; NEVER take a college class to full fill a graduation requirement!! Looking back I should have taken a full course load at Graham first semester, gotten all of my credits out of the way, gone overseas for 3rd quarter walkabout, came back and taken Columbus State classes for 4th quarter, hindsight is 20/20. I'm sure someone suggested this to me but I didn't listen to them, how stupid of me. If I don't pull through with French then my only option for graduating on time would to do an extensive paper or additional project or something for Cultural Studies while on my 4th quarter Walkabout (as if I didn't have enough to do, teaching children to speak and empowering women and whatnot).
Anyway thinking about graduation has stressed me out so I'll end it here.
Until next time...
Friday, March 7, 2008
Six to Eight Inches
Today kind of sucked. I fought my way downtown to catch the COTA to school, thought I missed my transfer withdrawing money at the Huntington and when all was said and done I got to school more than 40 minutes late. When I got to class I found that everyone was excited that because of the near blizzard conditions we were getting out of school at 1:30. I waited around at school for a while and eventually made my way back downtown, having gained nothing from the experience but being counted as having attended school that day, speaking of which the front desk was so distracted with phone calls from over concerned parents that I doubt that they marked my presence. I walked 13 blocks against the wind, snow and ice in low top chucks back home to meet Cole in a foul mood. So far this has been kind of a shitty day (although I'd like to credit Annie,Leslie, Maria, Noah and four boxes of Girl Scout cookies for making it more bearable) and with no place to go it's bound to stay that way. I guess this gives me a chance to set up study schedules for the French finals and finish homework... exciting.
Anyway until next time...
Anyway until next time...
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Cultural Studies for Walkabout
Not much to report for today. I went to school, came home, napped, washed the dishes, vacuumed the basement and that's about it.
Tomorrow there's going to be a sub in French, she's Algerian and we're supposed to prepare 4 questions to ask her in French. We're taking a quiz, doing an online activity but other than that we're not doing that much. I hope we're released early from class, I have English composition stuff I could be doing. I keep on forgetting to request a peer tutor. I really need to go through that process tomorrow, it requires paperwork and possibly an interview. If accepted, I'd only have him/her for a total of 4 hours at the most for the rest of the quarter, but maybe we can devote that time towards studying for the final.
Today at Graham I spoke to James about credits and graduating on time. If we meddle with a few sixth period credits and count my fourth quarter walkabout as Cultural Studies, I can graduate on time even if I don't pass French! Although this is a load off, I'm still going to try just as hard to pass (albeit hopefully without the nervous breakdowns and crying). For fourth quarter walkabout right now I'm seriously considering either going to St.Croix and researching my family tree or going on a "Cultural Solutions" trip (maybe to Morocco).
St. Croix is kind of a safe option (my family lives their) whereas Morocco is kind of risky and more expensive. I have to contact my St. Croix relations and Cultural Solutions within the week to get some more information on what I might be doing on either trip.
Until next time...
Tomorrow there's going to be a sub in French, she's Algerian and we're supposed to prepare 4 questions to ask her in French. We're taking a quiz, doing an online activity but other than that we're not doing that much. I hope we're released early from class, I have English composition stuff I could be doing. I keep on forgetting to request a peer tutor. I really need to go through that process tomorrow, it requires paperwork and possibly an interview. If accepted, I'd only have him/her for a total of 4 hours at the most for the rest of the quarter, but maybe we can devote that time towards studying for the final.
Today at Graham I spoke to James about credits and graduating on time. If we meddle with a few sixth period credits and count my fourth quarter walkabout as Cultural Studies, I can graduate on time even if I don't pass French! Although this is a load off, I'm still going to try just as hard to pass (albeit hopefully without the nervous breakdowns and crying). For fourth quarter walkabout right now I'm seriously considering either going to St.Croix and researching my family tree or going on a "Cultural Solutions" trip (maybe to Morocco).
St. Croix is kind of a safe option (my family lives their) whereas Morocco is kind of risky and more expensive. I have to contact my St. Croix relations and Cultural Solutions within the week to get some more information on what I might be doing on either trip.
Until next time...
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
"A Sturdy Umbrella... Its A Good Thing" (Imagine as if Martha Stewert were reading the title)
So yesterday I took the French test that could possibly determine whether or not I graduate on time. I think I did okay but I don't want to lure myself into a false security. Although I'm afraid of asking her directly I'm pretty sure that my mother has yet to file the FAFSA so that even if I do graduate on time and I do get accepted to one of the colleges I applied to I wont be able to pay for it. I've been thinking that maybe I should just go to Columbus State for my first year of college, take easily transferable and generally required courses and then apply to wherever next year.
Anyway... today in French I learned that we may only have one more unit test (they are each worth 10% of my grade) which is to be taken on the same day as the final (worth 15% of my grade) so in one day I have the possibility of drastically changing the course of my grade for the better. I had a positive outlook today (despite the cold rain outside) because we learned passe recent (describing a recent past action, ie She just came in the door) which I understand. It will be nice to take a break from imparfait and passe compose for a couple of days and branch out into different concepts that hopefully I wont have as much trouble using practically. Maybe that way I can bring my grade up un peu aussi.
Yesterday was beautiful, its a shame that I wasted it studying, maybe the checks and balances of the Universe will take that into account when deciding whether or not I pass French. I can imagine it now; robed ancient romans with a giant scale trying to balance justice and order in the Universe on a case by case basis, “Hummm her grades aren't quite passing but she did sacrifice that perfect day to study for her test... Let her pass the course.” They move a weight to the lighter side of the scale, evening its distribution.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
The FAFSA deadline is in 4 hours!!
I put off writing this post as long as possible hoping that something interesting might happen today but to no avail. I overslept this morning missing my global gallery Coffee Shop volunteer time by about three hours.
Today is pretty much the deadline for FAFSA applications to the colleges I've applied to. I updated as much as I could by myself but at a certain point my custodial guardian (my mom) needed to fill out the rest. I started the updating process what feels like a month ago and told my mom that the rest needed to be filled in by March at the latest. Because the application is due before most people have filed their taxes its acceptable and necessary to guesstimate on most of the entered information. However seeing as my moms income fluctuates dramatically from year to year, its almost impossible to guesstimate anything, so she needed to do her taxes before updating the FAFSA. I would have seen no problem with this had she done her taxes in a timely manner but here it is March 1st at 8:00pm and her taxes may or may not be done and instead of doing the FAFSA she's sorting coupons while watching Old School. I understand that its alot to ask of someone to do their taxes early but its been weeks since my request and every time I ask her how its going she doesn't go into details or even say anything all she does is give me an annoyed look. On the off chance I'm accepted to a college and I'm not given financial aid (which I would desperately need) because my FAFSA hadn't been turned in on time, I'm the one whose going to be working several jobs trying to pay for school or even worst taking out a student loan.
Okay I'm finished ranting,
Until next time...
Today is pretty much the deadline for FAFSA applications to the colleges I've applied to. I updated as much as I could by myself but at a certain point my custodial guardian (my mom) needed to fill out the rest. I started the updating process what feels like a month ago and told my mom that the rest needed to be filled in by March at the latest. Because the application is due before most people have filed their taxes its acceptable and necessary to guesstimate on most of the entered information. However seeing as my moms income fluctuates dramatically from year to year, its almost impossible to guesstimate anything, so she needed to do her taxes before updating the FAFSA. I would have seen no problem with this had she done her taxes in a timely manner but here it is March 1st at 8:00pm and her taxes may or may not be done and instead of doing the FAFSA she's sorting coupons while watching Old School. I understand that its alot to ask of someone to do their taxes early but its been weeks since my request and every time I ask her how its going she doesn't go into details or even say anything all she does is give me an annoyed look. On the off chance I'm accepted to a college and I'm not given financial aid (which I would desperately need) because my FAFSA hadn't been turned in on time, I'm the one whose going to be working several jobs trying to pay for school or even worst taking out a student loan.
Okay I'm finished ranting,
Until next time...
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