So I'm fucked.

Yes, you may wonder why the LJ title is the way it is. The day passed as most days went, with a little bit of writing, IMing with people. I finally managed to get a hold of Andrew, who I last saw at graduation. Talking to him made the day go smoothly. Got a little further in Xenosaga, and then the kids came home during my chat with Carolyn. After the kids came home, I was dragged to go down to the frozen-over bogs, and after we came back, I thawed out nicely. After the sun fell and the mercury dipped down lower and lower, so did my day. The semester bill came back to haunt me when I got a letter from CAS (Campus Auxiliary Services, New Paltz) telling me if I don't start paying the bill, they won't feed me. Now I'm forced to cut into the family budget, to the tune of $425 a month. Now, add this one. The possibility of me leaving New Paltz next year has become very real, as I came to realize this:

Even though my original plan was to change my address to that of my grandmother's (so I can still assume residency and not have my tuition doubled for next year), I find out that even though I'd live in NY, my parents live in MA. As a result, my parents would obviously claim me as a dependent on their tax forms. Because of my parents' residency in MA, even though I'd live in NY, I'd get charged the out-of-state fees and tuition, killing me. The only way around that is to become "emancipated," but then I'd have to show proof, showing that I am totally self-sufficient. Which is a no-can do. Since I discovered this, I'm come to realized that I'm seriously fucked, unless some massive windfall comes my way. Transferring to a school in Massachusetts has become an option. Now you see why I'm stressed and pissed.

To add, I talked to Rach tonight, and what she told me scared me--her near-death experience caused my heart to quicken...I thank God she was here talking to me tonight. As the chat got better, I finally told her what was on my mind these last few weeks...thanks to hints from Steph. Now she knows...and I'm glad. (sigh) Talking to her seemed to have soothed my mind, for now. Maybe I can sleep. And so, I close. Nighty night, all.

 

Before I go, though...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NICK AND BREE! Bree, welcome, you're an adult! 18! Buy porn! Get piercings! Just kidding :) And to Nick...welcome to 19. I'm 10 months behind you.

Once again, nighty night, all.