*Cue some sort of awesome sound*
Ok, it's been a while, I will freely admit that. There's been Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, a break-up and soon a birthday since I have last written. I've just been busy between working in tourism, trying to get financial aid for school in order, etc. I know, a very lousy excuse. But hey, I will admit I dropped the ball.
It hasn't been completely unproductive though. At work, there are some Argentinian (Argentine? I'm going to go with Argentinian, even though I don't think it's the proper term) students that are working at the Mount Washington. First, I want to say that they are awesome. They have yerba mate as a social drink, they have Alfajores (which if you don't know what they are...THEY'RE AWESOME!) and they're incredibly generous. Seriously, they've been teaching me Spanish, and let's just say....I cannot roll my R's for the life of me. So, while they do have free entertainment, they're also highly forgiving of my linguistic failures. Hence why I chose the title I did. I cannot say that word for the life of me, I just know that it means railroad/train tracks. I also can't say Febrero. In essence, I can't speak Spanish unless I want to sound like a dumb American. Oh yay...
At least I've been catching up on my reading. The World is Flat by Thomas Friedman is really good by the way, if you're into globalization and geopolitics.Otherwise, go read Game of Thrones. Or if you're really lacking motivation to read, go with Curious George. Just throwing that out one there. But, I digress.
To get back on point, how is hanging out with Argentinians productive? Easy, I'm making friends. That can been quite a feat for me, considering I immediately come across as a hard ass, or as a likeable psycho. Yeah...but, once again, I digress.
Anyhow, I just got word that CNN is about to re-air the Republican Debate from last night, and I'm all for yelling at the TV telling politicians that their proposed policies are crap. Besides, Ron Paul is always fun to watch.I just feel bad for Jon Huntsman, he's the only intelligent one on that stage.
So, hopefully, I will be better about updating this blog in the future. But I won't make any promises on that one.
Showing posts with label Financial Aid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Financial Aid. Show all posts
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Well...This Sucks
Hey Everyone, hope you're all doing well. However, I hope the title has given you some warning, though.
So, I'm writing late at night. Which could be a good or bad thing. We'll find out soon enough.
Anyhow, it's been a while since I've written. I keep saying that I'll get better at it, but let's face it, I'm more attention deficit than a goldfish. I'm distracted by food and shiny things. As of late though, I've been missing my ADD. But it's not because I'm on Ritalin or anything like that. More important things have occupied my time.
Since my Mom has been sick, I've needed to leave my job at the HUB, much earlier than I had expected. While her surgery went well, a lot of underlying medical conditions have flared up. This has somewhat put her out of commission. However, this could not have happened at a worse time. The reason I say that is because she is a small business owner, who happened to have taken a hard hit with the economic downturn. When she can't work, the household cannot make money, and the bills fall on my Dad. He is already working two jobs, and considering he's 57, he can't do it all anymore. So...I'll be honest, my parents are kinda struggling, and they definitely need help. And I really can't allow that to happen in my mind.
Another thing that has plagued my mind is the ineptitude of the UMass Amherst Financial Aid Department to get it together. First, I'm promised most of my money for school. Then, they hold up my aid package for 6 weeks so they could "verify" me. I finally got an idea for my aid package at the end of July. And the Bursar bill was due two weeks later. So, my Dad applies for the Direct Plus loan, since UMass tells me I'm short $18,000. Yeah, That was a kick to the rhetorical nuts. But, it gets better.
When my Dad applied for the Direct Plus, the University accepted it, and I thought I was all set, since it covered the cost of attendance. Well...the federal government told us that it was not approved, and that I only got $5,000 out of the deal.
Well, then I was told to apply for private loans. I did. But, I needed a co-signer (or two) to apply for the loans, as a 690 credit score was not good enough to apply for one on my own. For most people this is not a problem, but when everyone in your family has crappier credit than you, it's a big ass problem.
My Dad at this point is dealing with financial aid, as I'm nearly having veins explode out of my forehead (think Klingon). After dealing with a (insert politically incorrect slur here) student worker who refused to transfer the call, my parents call the Bursar's Office today (I never thought I would ever say this, but they've been the nicer people to work with in this whole debacle. And they're the money collectors). While they definitely tried to help, they were quite honest: since the funding had been cut and alumni donations had not met expectations, students were not getting the money they deserved, and the University couldn't provide for it. They could only offer two options: Find a co-signer, or do a payment plan of $1,200 a month.
Considering that my parents already have it really tight, I couldn't let them to do a payment plan of $1,200. I think Wells Fargo and the power company would like to get paid. And there are a select few people I would even consider asking to co-sign. Hell, my sister co-signed for a loan last year for me. The only reason I was able to deal with it was because it had an option to start paying it off while in school. And as of next month, she'll be released from the responsibility of being a co-signer. Let's put it this way: I don't like borrowing things from people. Then I feel like I owe them something. Don't ask, it's a pet peeve of mine.
So, as of today, I put my college career on hold. I can't afford to go to school right now, it's evident. Besides, I'd like to help the people who raised me. I can't allow my mom to go out to a chicken coop when she should be resting and healing (even though I think she'll do what she wants).
So...I think the title of this post is self-explanatory. I mean, I only figure out two weeks out from move-in that I'm not going to school. I think other people would be pissed too. Then again, it's better I found out now. All I have to say is God Bless the people who have to leave for medical reasons halfway through the semester. I don't know how they deal with it.
However, I'm trying to look on the bright side of things. Here's a list:
1. I get a bit of a break.
2. I can help Mom with the business (I always helped her with design development and sales...Half of that involves playing with fire)
3. Since the business is reliant on travel, I'll be traveling a lot more, which is actually something I've been dying to do.
Yet in any case, this was not planned. I wouldn't be talking about the whole transferring thing otherwise. But, it happened, and all I can do is roll with it.
You know what? I'm ending this entry with a quote from a hobbit. It's a bit happier than the post itself and it's somewhat fitting about how crazy life can get. Besides, it fits my fancy right about now.
"It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to." - Bilbo Baggins
So, I'm writing late at night. Which could be a good or bad thing. We'll find out soon enough.
Anyhow, it's been a while since I've written. I keep saying that I'll get better at it, but let's face it, I'm more attention deficit than a goldfish. I'm distracted by food and shiny things. As of late though, I've been missing my ADD. But it's not because I'm on Ritalin or anything like that. More important things have occupied my time.
Since my Mom has been sick, I've needed to leave my job at the HUB, much earlier than I had expected. While her surgery went well, a lot of underlying medical conditions have flared up. This has somewhat put her out of commission. However, this could not have happened at a worse time. The reason I say that is because she is a small business owner, who happened to have taken a hard hit with the economic downturn. When she can't work, the household cannot make money, and the bills fall on my Dad. He is already working two jobs, and considering he's 57, he can't do it all anymore. So...I'll be honest, my parents are kinda struggling, and they definitely need help. And I really can't allow that to happen in my mind.
Another thing that has plagued my mind is the ineptitude of the UMass Amherst Financial Aid Department to get it together. First, I'm promised most of my money for school. Then, they hold up my aid package for 6 weeks so they could "verify" me. I finally got an idea for my aid package at the end of July. And the Bursar bill was due two weeks later. So, my Dad applies for the Direct Plus loan, since UMass tells me I'm short $18,000. Yeah, That was a kick to the rhetorical nuts. But, it gets better.
When my Dad applied for the Direct Plus, the University accepted it, and I thought I was all set, since it covered the cost of attendance. Well...the federal government told us that it was not approved, and that I only got $5,000 out of the deal.
Well, then I was told to apply for private loans. I did. But, I needed a co-signer (or two) to apply for the loans, as a 690 credit score was not good enough to apply for one on my own. For most people this is not a problem, but when everyone in your family has crappier credit than you, it's a big ass problem.
My Dad at this point is dealing with financial aid, as I'm nearly having veins explode out of my forehead (think Klingon). After dealing with a (insert politically incorrect slur here) student worker who refused to transfer the call, my parents call the Bursar's Office today (I never thought I would ever say this, but they've been the nicer people to work with in this whole debacle. And they're the money collectors). While they definitely tried to help, they were quite honest: since the funding had been cut and alumni donations had not met expectations, students were not getting the money they deserved, and the University couldn't provide for it. They could only offer two options: Find a co-signer, or do a payment plan of $1,200 a month.
Considering that my parents already have it really tight, I couldn't let them to do a payment plan of $1,200. I think Wells Fargo and the power company would like to get paid. And there are a select few people I would even consider asking to co-sign. Hell, my sister co-signed for a loan last year for me. The only reason I was able to deal with it was because it had an option to start paying it off while in school. And as of next month, she'll be released from the responsibility of being a co-signer. Let's put it this way: I don't like borrowing things from people. Then I feel like I owe them something. Don't ask, it's a pet peeve of mine.
So, as of today, I put my college career on hold. I can't afford to go to school right now, it's evident. Besides, I'd like to help the people who raised me. I can't allow my mom to go out to a chicken coop when she should be resting and healing (even though I think she'll do what she wants).
So...I think the title of this post is self-explanatory. I mean, I only figure out two weeks out from move-in that I'm not going to school. I think other people would be pissed too. Then again, it's better I found out now. All I have to say is God Bless the people who have to leave for medical reasons halfway through the semester. I don't know how they deal with it.
However, I'm trying to look on the bright side of things. Here's a list:
1. I get a bit of a break.
2. I can help Mom with the business (I always helped her with design development and sales...Half of that involves playing with fire)
3. Since the business is reliant on travel, I'll be traveling a lot more, which is actually something I've been dying to do.
Yet in any case, this was not planned. I wouldn't be talking about the whole transferring thing otherwise. But, it happened, and all I can do is roll with it.
You know what? I'm ending this entry with a quote from a hobbit. It's a bit happier than the post itself and it's somewhat fitting about how crazy life can get. Besides, it fits my fancy right about now.
"It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to." - Bilbo Baggins
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