epilouge: I just went out and purchaced 3 bottles of Mad Dog 20/20, the drink that gets me good and drunk because of what your about to read, as i am currently chugging the first of three, 1/4 of the way done after writing this paragraph. so it might get sloppy by the end of the post. I khope i don't get angry, i am drinking alloe and pissed off. this isn't healthy, but its the only thing that will settle me down.



The story;

so in june, aperintly i was sent 2 letters telling me that i needed to jump through some extra hoops to get my finacial aid. i never really took these letters seriously, because i was taking a summer course that would bring my GPA up to over a 2.0

wich i t did.

so i assumed (i know, i assumed...) that the system, WINS, the same system that both the students use and the university uses to keep track of the students would realize that i had taken the summer class and that i didn't need to go through the SAP (student apeals process) because i was a student in good standing thats enroled.

so i sat on my hands when i had to put in my FAFSA, yea, thats my fault, i admit it. Fact is, it was still put durring fall semester when i was in good standing with the university and was enroled, i shouldn't have had any problems.

or so i thought.

i got a certified letter from the university december 9th, i didnt get to reciving it untill the 22nd, again... my fault. it was then that UWW took me to collections because they had not recived any financial aid. they assumed i would have known that i didn't get an award letter so i would have KNOWN to come in and talk to them...

heavn fucking forbid they actually put effort forward...

so i go to the office, try and go through the hoops and get my SAP figured out. They had dated material that i was accepted for aid for fall and spring semester december 23rd. so i waited till the 26th to call the collections office, ('E' her name is, the nice lady that has delt with me for a few years now and actually enjoys seeing me cause i understand shes not the devil and i co-operate with her) and explain that i called the office for finacial aid and they said, 'oh, you were enroled and you do have over a 2.0... so were gonna get you 55 hundred for aid'...i was fucking exstatic.

but i told E, i was gonna call back just in case, cause i know how UWW is with money.

I'm fucking glad i did, cause 3 days later they explained to me that they werent going to give me aid because i wasnt at a 2.0 after fall semester.




i was pissed.




not only would i have not known that if i wouldn't have called, but the fact that i was lied too.


ok, so i say FUCK IT, i'm done. i'm not coming back, i'm gonna take the semester off and go elcewhere, so i didnt bother calling back, i didn't care anymore, i owe 3+ grand, i'll figure it out.

so i planned out my year, i was happy, knowing that i had plans. i even went to visit my new store that i'm going to transfer too just this morning.

but last weekend, January 12th, i get my award letter telling me that i'm going to get my money and theres a letter SIGNED IN PEN PERSONALY BY CAROL MILLER, THE HEAD OF FINANCIAL AID HERSELF saying that i was accepted through the SAP process to get my financial aid.




TOOOOOO GOOD TO BE TRUE....





i talked to cassie (Ben's girlfriend and employee of the university student accounts) and she told me to accept it online and double check it in person.


tahts what took me an hour and a ahlf of bitching and explaining my point to many high-up-n's that i should get my money for fall, and i'm not coming back to UWW.

it ends up that i was lied too the first time. unless i enrol full time at a university that i do not want to be a part of, i will not recive ANY aid WHAT-SO-EVER for anything.


i got fucked.



this is the first time that i felt like a number. the first time i got told, 'oops you fell through the cracks, your screwed, sorry'


i have gotten through tht first of 3 bottles of mad dog.

i am drunk at 4:02 PM on tuesday, janury 17th 2006.


i hoppe i make it through this.


i dont know how i can settle down








so i drink














thats so bad.... i don't do this. i'm not a drunk, not an alcoholic.













but what elce is there to make me happy?























tahts right.... not much...













don't cross me, i don't know what i'm doing.













i need strees relif