Miracles again, people!
There was the ongoing process of meeting with financial aid advisors and editing our FAFSA’s and turning in papers and scanning our marriage certificate and blah blah. They said we wouldn’t get an award. We turned in our stuff too late, it was over the deadline, it probably wouldn’t be processed, don’t count on anything.
I’m in the corner hyperventilating.
But two weeks before the end of the semester, I got my financial award letter. A pell grant. More than half of my tuition paid for. This semester and next.
And I’m hopping around, refraining from smooching the financial aid advisor.
But in the same week I didn’t get the job I really wanted.
I know this sucks, but don’t say I never did anything for you!, says the Universe.
And I know that it sucks and distract myself with the pell grant.
It’s thundering outside. Big booms and bright lightning. I can’t remember the last time I heard thunder.