I’m getting ready to move out soon back on campus, but last night I looked through emails because we’ve still been struggling with the financial aid thing. And it finally got reduced because of the FASFA, but it got reduced to like $1500 that whatever we still can’t afford that.
And I realized I got slightly higher student loans, but I realized that the grant that the school gave me based on financial need was cut back by $6,000 this year as opposed to my freshman year. And I know exactly why; it’s because Dad got remarried, and on the FAFSA form, he’s now remarried and not a widower anymore.
So now, Financial Aid is saying that my grant is a lot lower. So they basically took about over a third, nearly half of the grant that I had before and it’s the largest grant I had gotten. The financial need one would be the largest grant that they would give me. The other grants, while they together hold some weight, the financial aid grant they give you based on need, was more than all of the other ones combined. And, from what I can tell, is what really determines if you can afford being there.
After taking all the student loans, the monthly bill will probably be $800 a month still which is going to really hit Dad in the face and he’s going to ask me why and I’m going to tell him that it’s because he got remarried. And he’ll have no one to blame but himself.
It’s not really something I can deal with. I’m already taking out student loans. If he was smart and waited to get remarried, waited to buy the house and made sure I was under control and could actually do shit on my own, then we both would be in a better position, but I still can’t drive.
This is going to be a recurring theme until I eventually get a car and learn how to drive. This is going to be a huge complaint. I know for faithful listeners. Maybe it’s whiny or stupid but like I can’t go anywhere. I can’t go anywhere.
I can’t get a good job because real jobs will office work or anything with substantial amount of money to be earned isn’t near me. All there is near me that is food and clock shops and bike stores and extraneous things. I don’t even know the word for it, but it’s stupid. And I deserve better.
But that seems like it’s slowly becoming more and more impossible. If he even remotely tries to ask me for help on paying, I’m going to tell him that I’m going to get my car first. I’m not paying for anything until I get my car, until I get my own car and then learn how to drive it and then get a better job, and my license; ONLY THEN will I help him.
And that might take forever considering the position I’m in now. Especially with all the work. Especially with all the things I’ve been complaining about regarding work and the new tipping system and new changes. They’re starting to change a lot of things and it’s….. I’ll go more in-depth eventually, but this is running long.
I just wanted to give you guys the update that right now like, this is the rift I’ve been talking about that I could sense between me and Dad. This is going to probably be the thing that wedges home my new family from me. And I’m worried, but I’m always worried. So I guess I’ll see you guys around.
Thanx for listening💋💋💋