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Sooo...
I can't believe this, but scholarship money is pissing me off. Here's why:
Eugene Lang, the school in NYC, is giving me about $25,000 a year in scholarships/grants (NOT including, like, $10,000 of loans and work study) and...that sort of sucks. I can't believe I'm saying that. But it does--because now I have to choose between in Ithaca and Eugene Lang. If ELC had given me a crappy financial aid package, I knew I'd be 100% going to Ithaca. But now I'm not sure. I mean, living in the city is more expensive than living in upstate New York...soooo...I guess that lowers ELC on the scale a little bit...buuuuut....the city has Broadway. And shitloads of other theatre/art stuff/people/places.
GUYS--WHAT DO I DO?!?!
I'm going to consult Paul, and possibly Jamie/Alan/other theatrical adult within reach and make them make a decision for me, because I'm honestly torn. I mean, I really love Ithaca...buuuut...ELC is in the CITY guys, and they gave me great financial aid...UUUGGHHHHH.
It was funny at first, because I looked at the packet they sent me and said, "Oh, my god..." my mother comes and looks over my shoulder and is all like, "Shit....shit....shit..." which is funny, because that's not exactly a typical reaction to a $25,000, yearly scholarship. But now it's not really funny anymore. At all.
I can't believe this, but scholarship money is pissing me off. Here's why:
Eugene Lang, the school in NYC, is giving me about $25,000 a year in scholarships/grants (NOT including, like, $10,000 of loans and work study) and...that sort of sucks. I can't believe I'm saying that. But it does--because now I have to choose between in Ithaca and Eugene Lang. If ELC had given me a crappy financial aid package, I knew I'd be 100% going to Ithaca. But now I'm not sure. I mean, living in the city is more expensive than living in upstate New York...soooo...I guess that lowers ELC on the scale a little bit...buuuuut....the city has Broadway. And shitloads of other theatre/art stuff/people/places.
GUYS--WHAT DO I DO?!?!
I'm going to consult Paul, and possibly Jamie/Alan/other theatrical adult within reach and make them make a decision for me, because I'm honestly torn. I mean, I really love Ithaca...buuuut...ELC is in the CITY guys, and they gave me great financial aid...UUUGGHHHHH.
It was funny at first, because I looked at the packet they sent me and said, "Oh, my god..." my mother comes and looks over my shoulder and is all like, "Shit....shit....shit..." which is funny, because that's not exactly a typical reaction to a $25,000, yearly scholarship. But now it's not really funny anymore. At all.