shinyPlasticBag

(This following was written at 2:03pm — @752 — while on the grass in back of the Arts & Administration building)

This sucks! Today is not going very well. Allow me to enumerate my woes before I describe Mike’s. My point of stress (enumeration is meaningless, I suppose, when one only has one woe) is student loans, as usual. I find the forms and jargon to be absolutely infuriating (here is my suggestion for a redesign). I received all of my stuff in the mail, but one of the sheets says I am not eligible for any loans, and one says I get $5100. Why? No clue. So I have an appointment to talk to someone any time from 30 minutes to an hour from now. They’re backed up.

I love university, but I hate this stuff.

And Mike…poor Mike. He didn’t get a passing grade (B- or higher, for some reason) in one of his music classes last year, so he had to retake all of them this year. But now, they won’t even let him into the program. So, their timing was bad and their logic was flawed in the first place. He’s now considering psychology instead of music, which is a pretty worthless degree anyway. What a stupid department.

(Returning to the present)

I’m too tired to write right now. I got my student loans fixed, and Mike fell asleep on the bus on the way home. Here’s a picture of me from this morning. Night.

@118