10 of the remaining problems revolve around my complete failure at getting an MA in English Lit. in a ridiculously simple program…and the loans I took out to cover this venture back when I thought it was a good idea, say, four years ago.
Turns out, not so much. My brain broke, and it’s kind of hard to explain that to the financial ‘aid’ legbreakers, because they don’t consider paralyzing and crushing mental illnesses a thing, they just stare at you, over the phone, too, you know they’re staring, weird fucks, they stare
and say “Personal problems other than XYZ listed medical conditions, do not qualify for special circumstances blah blah blah blah blah go fuckyourself.”
The 3 remaining problems involve antidepressant side-effects, lack of storage space for books, and then lack of living space for myself and my lover.
i hope these scenarios really are made up.
Nope. At least I’ve got a change of scenery, though. Back to Bloomington, heading out with the tide in the morning. My Comrade-Lover has Gainful-Employment within the University Administrative System. I remain in a state of looking for some sort of employment, preferably utilizing my rather lousy writing abilities to pay off my idiot-incurred-loans. Huzzah!
And, hopefully, we’ll have a dog with us in our new unfurnished apartment by this time tomorrow.