An ordinary day

Since I didn't have class today, I planned on being as productive as possible, I had an internal to do list which included food shopping, laundry, catching up on emails, meeting with my course leader, and a trip to financial aid.  I had all day to accomplish this crap and instead I slept till 2 then rushed around like an idiot.  I met my course leader, she said 5 words to me, it was a complete waste of time.  I headed to financial aid next to endorse my loan checks and file for my loan refund.  After 40 minutes in line or I as I keep being told "queue", I signed 3 checks and waited in another line to file for a refund.  While I was waiting I heard another American getting fired up...20 minutes later I joined her in her fight against Financial Aid.  The poor guy behind the counter made a joke about "What is it American Independence Day or something?", neither of us laughed considering they were holding our money hostage. Unknown to anyone in the office, all Americans were emailed and told to come yesterday and today near the end of the day to get their money.  There was no money to be had, all of us Americans missed the deadline, it would take another 2 weeks at least for our refunds to hit our accounts.  Needless to say, I flipped out, I demanded they do something unless they wanted to give me housing and feed me for the next two weeks.  Apparently they were too overwhelmed with us Americans and didn't have enough staff.  I guess they didn't realize the first week of school would be busy, jackasses! Luckily whatever we said worked, we didn't win but the school did give us 1,000 pounds each to hold us over.  Glad to see that no matter where you attend school, Financial Aid offices are a nightmare.  It's like they get off on giving out false information to students and watching them sweat over living expenses.

That quick trip turned into hours of fun so no laundry, no food, a pretty unsuccessful day.  The only thing remotely exciting is that Ashley from my class asked if I wanted to head to Ireland next weekend and get out of the city before we have to get jobs and do real school work.  I've already been there but what the hell, there is always more room for pints of Guiness with the fightin' Irish.