my life.
Mom: Jordan. You have to call Ms. Daniels and figure out what's going on with your status.
Me: I know that. I've tried callin-
Mom: I don't need to hear tried. You need to contact her and figure out what's going on. Why is there a hold on your account?
Me: I figured it had to do something with the bill or-
Mom: Of course it has something to do with the bill. We haven't paid because they haven't given you your scholarship money. It's important we get that scholarship money.
Me: I know this mom.
Mom: I don't think you do know this. Without the scholarship money. You can't go to school. If you don't go to school you'll get dropped from your dad's insurance. That's an extra $500 we don't have.
Me: Mom. This is the third time we've had this conversation today. I understand that I need to talk to this lady.
Mom: You need to handle this Jordan.
I was on the phone calling this woman for over four hours straight. She never picked up. I left about three messages on her phone and about two on her assistant's and secretary's machine as well. I'm getting a little tired of my mom thinking I'm not trying to do something to better my future. Also I'm not only tired but I'm hurt everytime she says something along the lines of "If only you hadn't messed up that one year of school..." Yeah mom me too. Because really who wants to go an entire year of feeling like a worthless piece of shit, attempt suicide, hate yourself for being gay, and basically throw your scholastic life down the crapper?
I need to be free of this place. Entirely. Just. Free.
Me: I know that. I've tried callin-
Mom: I don't need to hear tried. You need to contact her and figure out what's going on. Why is there a hold on your account?
Me: I figured it had to do something with the bill or-
Mom: Of course it has something to do with the bill. We haven't paid because they haven't given you your scholarship money. It's important we get that scholarship money.
Me: I know this mom.
Mom: I don't think you do know this. Without the scholarship money. You can't go to school. If you don't go to school you'll get dropped from your dad's insurance. That's an extra $500 we don't have.
Me: Mom. This is the third time we've had this conversation today. I understand that I need to talk to this lady.
Mom: You need to handle this Jordan.
I was on the phone calling this woman for over four hours straight. She never picked up. I left about three messages on her phone and about two on her assistant's and secretary's machine as well. I'm getting a little tired of my mom thinking I'm not trying to do something to better my future. Also I'm not only tired but I'm hurt everytime she says something along the lines of "If only you hadn't messed up that one year of school..." Yeah mom me too. Because really who wants to go an entire year of feeling like a worthless piece of shit, attempt suicide, hate yourself for being gay, and basically throw your scholastic life down the crapper?
I need to be free of this place. Entirely. Just. Free.