Oh, there might yet be hope..
Just checked and saw that VCU accepts MA students for spring semester for their English program. Hooray. Please, God, in whatever form you take today, let me get into this program? I've been very, very good.. mostly good.. fairly decent.. Eh.. Please?
Of course, that means letters of recomendation.. again.
That means asking professors to write those letters of rec.
That means praying that said professors actually remember me.
That means talking to professors.
That means.. well.. talking. Eep!
Oh, yeah, I'm SO Higher Education material, right here.
But, maybe, there might kind of be hope.. I got to VCU, I already have a job. I have a job, I have school, I can afford my horses (kind of) and all is right with the world and cue Muppets dancing and singing in a display of peace, love, and harmony.
Oh, and on that note (well, the "afford my horses" note, not the Muppet note..) - I've decided that today my father sucks ASS. He's usually pretty cool - But NOOOO, not today.. I went to look at horse trailers this morning. I've wanted a horse trailer since I was FIVE (it went with my wanting a pony since I was FOUR deal), and have finally gotten a vehicle that can pull one. I have cash in my account (not as much as I would like, but that's a long, bitter story..) and need to transport some horses. SO, Mom and I go shopping.
Found some that are very nice for the price - good brand, great condition, and the guy backs all his used trailers and repair work. OH, and he finances - for low rates. Score. So, I'm thinking I can put down 75% of the trailer price, and pay the bad boy off in 4 months at the most. Life is good - and I am mobile. Just have to run it by He Who Keeps The Bank Account Numbers.
Can't forget the fact that I have several thousand dollars into my broodmare-who-has-yet-to-be-inseminated so far and it's to the point where she HAS to be in VA by mid-July or I give up the stud fee. Oh, and my super-expensive show horse who I've yet to show, and the still-might-be-tempted-to-sell-him resale prospect who would hold his own in good company if he ever left the property. So, basically, me = hurting for a trailer. And the luxury of time is not one that I can enjoy just now.
Lord High Jackass decides that I don't *need* a trailer. Thinks that I can just BORROW a trailer to drive my mare 700+ miles, one way (I try telling him that you do not "borrow" trailers - it's like borrowing someone's car to drive to Oregon.. while wearing their underwear. He's unphased). Or I should have it done by a pro (at least 1500$, plus on a god-knows-when schedule). Or, and this is my favorite, I should BUY the trailer, drive the mare up there, and then sell the trailer back to the guy, less a few hundred bucks. My father - funny man! He'll be here all week.
He thinks I'm getting "too deep into the whole riding thing" and will have "too much money committed to these horses." You think maybe this would come up BEFORE I buy second or third horse, the five-figure horse, the breeding for the mare, but NOOOOO.. Jackass. I asked him why the HELL he helped me buy a big, nasty V8 truck if he didn't think I should own a trailer. Hell, if I'm not hauling my babies around to shows, I'm trading my truck in for something efficient, like a hybrid - something that gets OVER 13 miles per gallon..
So, maturity won out and I hung up on him and went and took a disturbingly hot shower. Grr!! It still has me all annoyed.. I mean, I *hate* when people are all justifying crap by how expensive their horses are (my guys don't know who cost more - only who gets more cookies) but I thought King Jackass would appreciate my looking at this from a financial standpoint - potential return, wasted investment, yadda yadda.. No dice.
So, I'll show HIM. I'll get into grad school AND get a job and be a RESPONSIBLE adult! SO THERE!!
(okay, what I *really* want to do is go all passive-aggressive and play land slug for the rest of my life, but.. eh.. a sugar high is a beautiful thing :) )
Of course, that means letters of recomendation.. again.
That means asking professors to write those letters of rec.
That means praying that said professors actually remember me.
That means talking to professors.
That means.. well.. talking. Eep!
Oh, yeah, I'm SO Higher Education material, right here.
But, maybe, there might kind of be hope.. I got to VCU, I already have a job. I have a job, I have school, I can afford my horses (kind of) and all is right with the world and cue Muppets dancing and singing in a display of peace, love, and harmony.
Oh, and on that note (well, the "afford my horses" note, not the Muppet note..) - I've decided that today my father sucks ASS. He's usually pretty cool - But NOOOO, not today.. I went to look at horse trailers this morning. I've wanted a horse trailer since I was FIVE (it went with my wanting a pony since I was FOUR deal), and have finally gotten a vehicle that can pull one. I have cash in my account (not as much as I would like, but that's a long, bitter story..) and need to transport some horses. SO, Mom and I go shopping.
Found some that are very nice for the price - good brand, great condition, and the guy backs all his used trailers and repair work. OH, and he finances - for low rates. Score. So, I'm thinking I can put down 75% of the trailer price, and pay the bad boy off in 4 months at the most. Life is good - and I am mobile. Just have to run it by He Who Keeps The Bank Account Numbers.
Can't forget the fact that I have several thousand dollars into my broodmare-who-has-yet-to-be-inseminated so far and it's to the point where she HAS to be in VA by mid-July or I give up the stud fee. Oh, and my super-expensive show horse who I've yet to show, and the still-might-be-tempted-to-sell-him resale prospect who would hold his own in good company if he ever left the property. So, basically, me = hurting for a trailer. And the luxury of time is not one that I can enjoy just now.
Lord High Jackass decides that I don't *need* a trailer. Thinks that I can just BORROW a trailer to drive my mare 700+ miles, one way (I try telling him that you do not "borrow" trailers - it's like borrowing someone's car to drive to Oregon.. while wearing their underwear. He's unphased). Or I should have it done by a pro (at least 1500$, plus on a god-knows-when schedule). Or, and this is my favorite, I should BUY the trailer, drive the mare up there, and then sell the trailer back to the guy, less a few hundred bucks. My father - funny man! He'll be here all week.
He thinks I'm getting "too deep into the whole riding thing" and will have "too much money committed to these horses." You think maybe this would come up BEFORE I buy second or third horse, the five-figure horse, the breeding for the mare, but NOOOOO.. Jackass. I asked him why the HELL he helped me buy a big, nasty V8 truck if he didn't think I should own a trailer. Hell, if I'm not hauling my babies around to shows, I'm trading my truck in for something efficient, like a hybrid - something that gets OVER 13 miles per gallon..
So, maturity won out and I hung up on him and went and took a disturbingly hot shower. Grr!! It still has me all annoyed.. I mean, I *hate* when people are all justifying crap by how expensive their horses are (my guys don't know who cost more - only who gets more cookies) but I thought King Jackass would appreciate my looking at this from a financial standpoint - potential return, wasted investment, yadda yadda.. No dice.
So, I'll show HIM. I'll get into grad school AND get a job and be a RESPONSIBLE adult! SO THERE!!
(okay, what I *really* want to do is go all passive-aggressive and play land slug for the rest of my life, but.. eh.. a sugar high is a beautiful thing :) )