I have been so down and depressed lately, and most of it stems from my finaid being cut off after this semester. I'm ridiculously close to graduating, two classes and an internship close, so it's been devestating. I don't have the money to pay for classes myself, and I haven't had the (financial) support of my family since I was 17. And even before then it was limited, growing up super poor and all.
But, BUT BUT BUT...today I may have figured out my saving fucking grace. Summer classes. Summer aid is determined from this years finaid, soooooooo my cut off, 6 years, etc, shit DOESN'T APPLY. AND!!!! The big "and" because I knew about summer aid I just didn't think the classes I needed were being offered, but they are offering them for this summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The second class is one I had to pick from a list, and it's not the ideal class I wanted to take (which was advanced buying & planning), but it fulfills the 9 hour requirement for that block. I have to make sure that I can only take two classes and not four and still get aid, and I have to make sure that I'm correct and they won't cut me off for summer, but if they don't. OH MY FUCKING GOD HOLY MOTHER OF CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I'll still need an internship, which I haven't applied for any yet. I didn't want to, knowing I had 3 classes to pay for myself I figured I'd only be able to afford (if I could afford at all) to take one class a semester, so that would have made my internship at least a year away and pointless to be applying for. BUT if I can take classes this summer, I can pay for ONE class myself and possibly FUCKING GRADUATE IN THE FALL!!!!!! I'll get on a payment plan, I'll work my ass off this summer and fall and whenever and pay for the fucking class somehow. If I can get an internship this fall...hell even if I can get one in the spring...I will be the FIRST in my family to graduate college and it won't be forever away like I thought it was going to be!!




I'm like thisclose to tears right now. I can't get my hopes up super high, it all depends on me getting summer aid and if that falls through then I'll be right back where I was, but if I can...it's all going to work out, & a lot sooner than I had thought. I'll have to start applying for internships tomorrow to try and get one for the fall (which is a competitive semester to get one for) and I'll have to go talk to the cashier people and find out how much the one class costs, if I can get on a payment plan if I take a class, yadda, yadda, yadda, but even if I don't get one for fall and have to wait until spring...that's NOT that far away!!!!! 2012!! 2013!!! Especially when yesterday my estimated graduation date was TBD...


Today has been the best day I've had in a long, long time. I also got offered an interview tomorrow for a job that is not only like 3 blocks away from where I live, but is a job that I KNOW I can do and that I might actually like doing. They offered me an interview like 20 minutes after I "applied" (I sent my resume weeks ago but it was just now that I had a little phone interview thing) so I'm really hoping that's a good sign. I'm not letting myself get all anxiety ridden over this job interview like I did my last; I have to stop cooconing myself off from the world and letting myself think I've failed before I ever even tried. Also on the good, I had two finals today, which were the two finals I've been most worried about, and I actually think I did good on them! I know it doesn't sound like a lot, but seriously, I have had such a SHIT fucking time lately, just these few small things have put the biggest smile on my face and in my heart. I'm feeling hopeful again, for the first time in I can't even remember how long.
It's so funny too, because I was riding the bus this morning, and I happened to see some chick drive past us, in a brand new, still got dealer's plates BMW or some other nice car, smoking a cigarette, and I caught myself longing to be her so bad. She probably has two living parents, possibly a good job, she can smoke without it killing her or collapsing a lung, she's driving and driving a nice ass fucking new car....and then I just stopped. Was like a light came on. I have been way too "woe is me, I have all the problems" lately. So I told myself, "Self, we're not going to think that way today. We're not going to wish to be other people, we're going to take what we're given with happiness, and be glad to be you, and then without getting overly anxious and worrying about shit we can't change either now or at all, we're going to work on the things we don't like about our lives right now that we can work on and change. We're going to finish out this semester trying as hard as we fucking can on these last finals, even if it doesn't mean shit, and then we're going to get the rest of everything in order and everything is going to be ok."

And funny fucking enough, today turned out amazing. I know it wasn't all just because I changed my attitude, but a big part of it was. I have to keep that type of thinking up too. I'm going to have a bad day again, possibly even tomorrow, but I have got to stop letting shit get me so down. I used to be grateful for what I had, happy for what I was offered out of life, and I tried, I gave shit my all, and if I failed, at least I had the experience and tried. But I let this school shit get to me, and I let my insecurities and anxiety get to me, and I let my debt get to me, and I let the tragedy's I've had get to me, and I let everything get to me. I've let everything else control me and dictate my happiness. Dictate my life really. No more.
Even if my summer aid falls through, so what? I'll still work my ass off, I'll get it done, even if it takes longer than it "should". I'll pay the hospital bills even if it takes me till my dying day. I'll get my ID renewed in the least, and I'll get my driver's license back. I'll get a car eventually, when I can afford it and when I have a license of course. I'll find a job, two jobs, three jobs, whatever it takes to not be so stressed about money anymore, and it doesn't fucking matter what they're in. There's no shame, and although I've said always that I didn't care what kind of job I worked, I have been overly picky, even if I want to blame it on my anxiety or not having a car or whatever. It's not external factors that are holding me back is what I'm saying, even if they make shit more difficult. It's me holding me back. Nothing more, nothing less. It may be a lot of work, and money, and time, and energy, and everything else I feel like I don't have any of, but I do, and I'm going to stop putting shit off and procrastinating and get myself to where I wanna be.

I can't force shit to be a certain way just by crying about it. I can't change things without any work. And I CANNOT go through life with such a shitty fucking attitude, sobbing about everything that goes wrong when I do have SO MUCH that is right. Even if it's just me breathing and being alive, that is so fucking much, and I should realize it, close to death as I came, recently and really throughout the years. I have beat the odds, in almost every fucking thing I've done or gone through. I need to start realizing it, and appreciating it, and taking advantage of every day and every moment and every fucking thing and opportunity I have and/or are offered, and start lifting myself up instead of beating myself down. Life beats me down, why in god's name do I do it to myself too? I don't know, but I do know that I'm going to stop. Again I know I'm going to have bad days still and not everything is going to go the way I want it to or plan it to go, but I'm done letting that defeat me. Every day is a new day, full of opportunities and life, and I'm not going let myself forget that again. I'm clawing myself out of this and even if it takes me years to get to the other side and I'm bruised and bloody, as long as I'm there, it'll be worth it.



