Only because I have so much faith in your tough, hardened spirits and strong stomachs, I know you too have the will to bear the terrible knowledge of where I actually stand in the scheme of things- the technicalities, the numbers, the time left, and what I've just gotta do before July even comes close.
For those of you who were wondering about my acceptance and academic plans, when I'm legitimately starting again, ect... wonder and ponder no longer (well, do both if you please, but on a different topic). Here's a lovely little screen shot of my offer of study:
HECK. YES.
As you can see, the major listed only says Classical Studies, but when I enroll it will be for the double (classical AND theatre). That's right, folks. I fought kicking and screaming to never again take up another theatre course, or even walk into an auditorium again unless it was entirely for the purpose of being a critical asshole from the balcony, let alone get a degree in the subject, but it seems the fates are against me...as usual. Victoria was cunning enough to entice me with a two-for-one deal in the Bachelor's sale. And you know what? I still really need those writing and directing courses. Just because I'm disinclined to perform doesn't mean I can't be a socially reclusive playwright who draws from classical themes, right?
I'M RIGHT, DON'T ARGUE.
See that tiny detail on the bottom there? the dollar amount? Yeah, that's the tuition (approximate) I need for the first year in NZD. I converted it for you darling yanks right here:
Think that's all? Guess again.
Now for the pretty picture of my loans to manage, and how the wonderful team at Sallie Mae makes that so effortlessly possible (no sarcasm at all....no).
I have 2 existing loans, a federal and a private, both through Sallie Mae, the amazing, kind company that doesn't charge way too much for interest every month. Here's loan # 1:
Sexy, right? Nothing's a bigger stress-reliever than owing a private lender & the U.S. government lots and lots of moolah in student loan debt. I recommend it to anyone else with chronic anxiety. It's...amazing.
NEXT:
Is anyone else hot in here? 'Cause I'm a bit flushed.
In addition to all that silly nonsense, I've got to buy my plane ticket yet (LAX to Wellington on either the 1, 2, 3, or 4th of July), pay for my student visa, and acquire a macbook pro for my continued educational, networking, and career endeavors, for as you may have heard....my old mac may bite the dust relatively soon (any moment), and I definitely don't want to take the chance of that happening mid-semester or mid-paper come August or September. Demanding, I know, but what are you gonna do?
If you've read this far and haven't fallen asleep or gotten distracted by netflix, I feel like you deserve either a gold star or a cookie.
Since I have neither of these things to hand out, I'll leave you with a picture of what I'll be doing from the balcony of every theatre that's not hosting my plays from now on:
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| "Your cliched methods of presenting Shakespeare are so overdone, we can smell them burning from here." |
