Egads!
I’ve spent four hours already today trying to work out student loan applications. It’s a process that’s involved three seperate phone calls and one call-back left on my voicemail, about six websites (with three open at any one time for referencing purposes), four different login (and registration) processes, and a lot of (probably annoying) finger tapping while I was on hold. Good thing it’s spring break this week and the library is quiet.
In any case, I have successfully (I think) navigated the maze of applying for a student loan. Been awhile since I’ve done that, and it’s a lot tougher applying to a school in another country. The really annoying part is that I can’t get my student visa until I can prove financial means to pay for school, and they’re in no hurry at all to tell me how much they’re going to give me. This will result in frayed nerves for the Ahniwa, I’m afraid.
I’m anxious about it as it is (though super excited), which probably accounts for my dream last night. I was supposed to catch a plane to Paris, but it was the day of my flight and I didn’t have a ride to the airport. Around 6:40pm (in my dream), someone said to me, “Wasn’t your flight supposed to take off at 6:00?”. Somehow, I figured if I could just make it to the airport, it wouldn’t matter if I was late, but I never did get there before I woke up. I had another weird airport dream pretty recently. Not exactly sure what’s up with that.
Cross your fingers for me. I’m more than happy to owe another $40k in loans if I get to live in Montreal for two years and get my masters degree. Especially now that so much has been leading up to it.