I can't wait to get out.
I think I’m going to be able to start working again next week. I have to go to the doctor on Wednesday, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to be cast-free after Wednesday. My foot feels fine now, and I can even walk on it. Of course, it’s going to be extremely uncomfortable having to walk on it without a cast again. I guarantee I’m not going to do physical therapy, because I can’t afford it. I’ll deal with it myself, even though I think my foot muscles forgot how to work. I don’t know when the doctor will let me actually go back to work, but regardless of what he says, I hope to go back by next Friday. My job really doesn’t require me to do any strenuous walking. I basically stand in one spot with minimal walking. I absolutely ran out of money some three weeks ago. I don’t even have a dollar on me. Whatever money I’ve been getting by on is through reserved student loan money.
I’m getting $3,600 for a Pell Grant for this school year, because my family is finally poor enough to warrant some extra aid. That means $1,750 of each semester this year is free, which means I only have to pay around $1,500 a semester by myself. Too bad it’s my last year of school. Where was this money four years ago? Having to pay less for school is really going to help me out when I move into an apartment. We’re moving next Monday, and almost everything in my room is packed (except my computer and TV). Of course, the furniture can’t be packed; it’ll just have to be moved on the day we move. We rented a U-Haul truck for next Monday, because it would be a lot easier to do that than argue with my mom to borrow our crappy van. Every possible thing we need to take care of has already been taken care of, with the exception of buying essential things for the apartment. I can’t wait to get out.
This school semester is going fairly well. My reading education class requires way too much boring work. My social studies education and my technology class are of questionable usefulness, and my European geography class is mind-numbingly boring. I absolutely hate school, but there’s nothing I can do about that now. I hate my job, but I know I have to go back to it just to start getting some money again. I can’t wait to get out.
The most perplexing Garfield comic ever... (No, it’s not part of a larger Sunday comic.) What does it mean?!
