I'm broke.
I talked with my friend, who got a whole bunch of loans and stuff, and he said to talk to the Chair of the Theatre Department since it's my minor and they like me, and they'd be able to give me help. They didn't know wtf I was talking about, and told me to go to the ASI office, and they could help me. They couldn't, and told me to go to the financial aid office. I went to the financial aid office, and they couldn't. They told me to go to the Student assistance office on the other side of campus. I went there, and they were already closed, so now I have to wait until tomorrow to get the answer to the question that keeps giving me so much stress.
Why? Why won't anyone help me?
Is this supposed to be some kind of way to prove my worth? Is it a sick game meant to weed out the people who aren't serious about getting an education? Why does it have to be this hard? I want an education because I want a well paying, stable job. I'm so fucking tired of being poor. Haven't I suffered enough hardship? Haven't I struggled enough for one life time? How much more emotional torment am I going to have to endure before someone cares?
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There was a girl walking around the student union today. You could tell she was mentally challenged. She had a box, and was asking for donations to help pay for her mother's funeral.
My problems aren't that bad. Does that make me a selfish person for stressing over all of this? Does it make me shallow? Conceited?
Maybe I'm just blowing all of this out of proportion. These things always work themselves out, Right? Or am I going to lose my chance at escaping poverty, all over a measly 1.5 grand?
Maybe I should have given it all to the girl. At least, that way, one of us would have gotten what we wanted.
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