Showing posts with label School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label School. Show all posts

Thursday, October 28, 2010

State of the me: University updates

SO. I'm going to school. At least that's the plan. But you see, going to good universities in other provinces has a nasty habit of costing money. So right now my status is setting out on the great traditional money hunt. (Or panicking over the money hunt, but shush, don't burst my bubble.)

In the hunt, I've found these options, which I am now weighing and panicking over. As one does.

Scholarships/Endowments: Sometimes people give you money to go to school!
  • Pros: You don't have to give the money back! w00t!
  • Cons: You have to have things like grades and leadership ability and extra-curricular things to show them, or fiscal need. I have the fiscal need, but not so much the others. Plus, they're on the September-start calendar, which means I can't get them before January. Eeshh.
  • Verdict: Look into it, but don't expect lots of free money.
Government Loans: Sometimes the government will lend you money to go to school!
  • Pros: It's a well-established process. And there's money on the other end. 
  • Cons: Just- it's the government. They have a habit of taking the money away. Plus they make you jump through hoops a lot. As I've technically been working part-time for the past two years. I'm not even sure if I'm eligible.
  • Verdict: Only one way to find out if I'm eligible. 
Bank Loan: The banks LOVE to lend you money.
  • Pros: It builds your credit, you only pay interest on the part you use, and it's definitely available. 
  • Cons: I'm not sure if I have enough credit for one on my own, I may need a counter-signatory. 
  • Verdict: A solid option. But try for free money first
Work: I can make the darn money myself first, then start in September. Like an effing ADULT.
  • Pros: No debt! Pride and satisfaction!
  • Cons: I wouldn't be able to start for another 10 months. The fact that this makes me want to swear a lot, probably isn't a great sign. Plus I'm not sure if it would be at ALL good for my mental health.
  • Verdict: If all other options fall through, God wants me to do this. Like an ADULT. And it's a good option. I just don't like it.
Military: The military will pay you to go to school! And pay for your school! And give you a job after!
  • Pros: I would get in shape. I would learn when and how to use deadly weapons. I would learn when and how not to cry. (Always assuming I survive basic training, and they want me.) I would have a job. I would learn French. I would have SO MUCH writing research. And yes, given that I always seem to want to write military-related stories, and I'm very nervous about botching that, research is something I care about. I'd have to learn leadership skills, like how not to verbally abuse people you're in charge of, how to stay in charge while letting people who actually know what they're talking about talk, and how to not get everyone killed. Which are great things to know, I'm not gonna lie.
  • Cons: They might want me to go to RMC instead of St. Thomas. I'd get in shape. Basically it's not a funding choice so much as a life move, and I'm not sure if I want this move. I'd have to give up writing while learning french, deadly weapons, how not to die while running, and other life skills. I'm really not sure if I can make it. It's a seven year commitment, so I'd be 30 when I was out. 
  • Verdict: Undecided. Maybe people give me money without my life, first?
Publish a short story/Novel: Sometimes people give you MONEY for writing!
  • Pros: OMG PUBLISHED? EEEEEEEEEE??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????!!!!!!!!!!
  • Cons: I don't have anything ready to publish. It needs more work. Serious work. And I've never heard anyone in the business speak of publishing as a very "fast money" type option.
  • Verdict: Who am I kidding, I'm going for this anyhow.
So yes, that's the state of the me. ^_^

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

We Don't Need No Thought Control.

I. Hate. Organized education.

It sucks the will to live right out of me. Three hours looking at classes and I'm ready to walk off the end of the wharf. Why is this? Because nothing I do is good enough. This is the stuff which I'm supposed to aspire to, and not only do I not, they won't even let me in to try.

I don't have the prerequisites, so I can't take the classes which sounds even vaguely interesting. The only things I can take are fantastic drivel such as History of WW2, where the professor wrote the textbook, and "substantially more than half the class is is devoted to the social aftereffects of the military blunders of the war." Or "reading heavy" classes, with no listed textbooks. Or, and this is good- Ealy Shakespeare. Either they miss-spelled the COURSE NAME, or it's literary theory, which I love with all my heart. (that was sarcasm, in case my mood is not being transferred adequately.)

And then I look at the actual classes which look slightly fun, (which are all third or fourth year only, and need four soul-destroying classes to approach,) and the entire grade is based on three essays. That might be fine, but of the essays, one is a thousand words and the other two are only 1500 words. This is a third year course? I was writing 1000 word essays every day when I was 15. 

For this I worked two jobs? 

*later* 

All right, I did organized education a disservice. If you are actually on campus, there are all kinds of interesting courses! It's just the distance classes which are boring, expensive, inaccessible, and/or moronic. 

Also, (of course), any immersion language program that I can find is a thousand dollars a week, while I also have to get there. 

Hah, one of the good things about having no money is having to reconsider your objectives. For example, an "immersion program?" For less money, I can buy a ticket to France and live there for my immersion. :D

 I'm not lazy, I know I'm not. I like learning things, and thinking. I just can't manage to swing a normal education. I really am never going to be able to do the typical thing, am I?

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