You know what...
...forget being an international student. This blows I'm serious. I LOVE being out of the U.S and experiencing Canada but I'll tell you what, If I have to jump through one more god damned hoop to get some help academically, financially or otherwise I might pull a Jerry McGuire and then some.
Maybe I'm just a bit high strung but. I just went into the financial aid office, and after breaking my balls this summer to fill out the FAFSA...again...and waiting for UBC to process it I was told that UBC had never recieved my FAFSA form, that it was impossible for them to recieve unless I give them a paper copy. You see, apparently, UBC can't access any of the information from the states, their computer systems don't "communicate" as the khaki shitpile at the desk informed me. I have to call FAFSA, have them send me my SAR (ok sure, yeah ill find out what that is guys, thanks) then I have to have my dad print off a form at home, fill that shit out if he's going to take out a plus loan, send it to me, add it to the forms that I have to fill out and then turn it into UBC in order to wait 4-6 weeks to SEE IF I'M EVEN ELIGIBLE FOR ANYTHING. Wonderful system if you ask me.
So I have come to the realization that I will be gone from Canada before the time I'm supposed to deal with all this.
And I just searched the UBC website for scholarship opportunities and the international student scholarships are limited to entering students (not me) and students from "War Torn Nations". Guess that doesn't quite apply to me either. So then I searched on the Canadian websites and on every scholarship, bursary and loan the very first requisite is "Canadian Citizen or Landed Immigrant". Ok. So then I looked at FastWeb for a while and filled out this whooooole deal about myself and all these questions only to have 400 listing of shit like "Quaker Company Family Scholarship" Must be the son or daughter of an employee of Quaker Food Corp. Ah. That I am not.
So basically I am out of money for school and I am not from a war torn area. Thus out of luck. And I'm supposed to be leaving for Chile soon. Oh the perks of being a student and putting your forehead to the grindstone.
But you know what...I'm not from a war torn country and I should be grateful. Honestly. But I still feel like knocking that shitpiles head against something for being so chautchy at the desk. Vent done.
Maybe I'm just a bit high strung but. I just went into the financial aid office, and after breaking my balls this summer to fill out the FAFSA...again...and waiting for UBC to process it I was told that UBC had never recieved my FAFSA form, that it was impossible for them to recieve unless I give them a paper copy. You see, apparently, UBC can't access any of the information from the states, their computer systems don't "communicate" as the khaki shitpile at the desk informed me. I have to call FAFSA, have them send me my SAR (ok sure, yeah ill find out what that is guys, thanks) then I have to have my dad print off a form at home, fill that shit out if he's going to take out a plus loan, send it to me, add it to the forms that I have to fill out and then turn it into UBC in order to wait 4-6 weeks to SEE IF I'M EVEN ELIGIBLE FOR ANYTHING. Wonderful system if you ask me.
So I have come to the realization that I will be gone from Canada before the time I'm supposed to deal with all this.
And I just searched the UBC website for scholarship opportunities and the international student scholarships are limited to entering students (not me) and students from "War Torn Nations". Guess that doesn't quite apply to me either. So then I searched on the Canadian websites and on every scholarship, bursary and loan the very first requisite is "Canadian Citizen or Landed Immigrant". Ok. So then I looked at FastWeb for a while and filled out this whooooole deal about myself and all these questions only to have 400 listing of shit like "Quaker Company Family Scholarship" Must be the son or daughter of an employee of Quaker Food Corp. Ah. That I am not.
So basically I am out of money for school and I am not from a war torn area. Thus out of luck. And I'm supposed to be leaving for Chile soon. Oh the perks of being a student and putting your forehead to the grindstone.
But you know what...I'm not from a war torn country and I should be grateful. Honestly. But I still feel like knocking that shitpiles head against something for being so chautchy at the desk. Vent done.