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Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Hallo, Vatti.
I took my math assessment test, qualifying for the intermediate algebra course (MTH140). Afterward I spoke with an advisor, who showed me the courses required to graduate as a journalism major at MU (I'd already seen them, but she showed me which of the Meramec courses corresponded). I can take the MTH140 course this semester and, from what I understand, take MTH160 (College Algebra) next semester. MTH160, plus a basic statistics-type math course, is all a journalism student needs to graduate. She also explained that even if I don't take MTH160 at Meramec, the MTH140 will count toward my GPA when I transfer.
In order to satisfy my economics credit, all I need to take is microeconomics (this changed just this year, apparently), not both macro and micro, as I had previously thought. You save that much money! I know you're thrilled.
For my non-lab science credit, I'm taking a course Krista recommended to me- Biology/Human Sexuality (I honed in on the last part; it sounds more exciting than "Geology" or "Oceanography", eh?). This counts either as a science or as a psychology credit- whichever one chooses. To fulfill some sort of class quota thing, however, the advisor said the only spaces available right now are for psychology, but that after three or four weeks (the drop period) I can have my instructor change it to bio credit. So I'll go ahead and enroll. If, for some odd, twisted reason, I can't switch, at least I'll be rid of the psych credit.
The schedule we worked out goes as follows: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I can take ECO152 at noon, PSY125 at one, and MTH140 at two. All my classes, thusly, fall on the same days and in consecutive order. This is excellent. I love community college already (but not quite enough to stick around for the measly degree). The only negative consequence to this schedule is that most full-time jobs run hours through this same period.
Now, in order for the Missouri Higher Education people to accept my petition for emancipation from you (so that we can cheat them out of a few thousand dollars), I probably need a full-time job, more than almost anything else. So after I register for school in the next couple of days (I need to send in my high school transcript after all- I had thought I wouldn't), a decent job is my highest priority. The way I view things, it won't kill me to work through the night shift at a restaurant or at some WAL*MART/TARGET-genre business, because I can sleep until eleven o'clock. So even this is not a huge problem. More importantly at this point, I need a job that will cover my insurance, because I cannot be covered under yours and claim the right to emancipation.
Along that line, the most important thing for you to do on your end is that you not count me as a dependent when you file for taxes. I don't know how this kind of crap is done, I don't know when it is done, and because I am eighteen I've never had to care before- thus, I don't require some snotty response from you about how you know how to take care of it. You're forty-six years old (if you are unaware of this little fact when you look in the mirror), and I thus assume you know what to do/not do. I'm making sure that we're on the same level as far as this tax credit subject is concerned, because I cannot afford to file a year from now (because the text of what Chris showed me stipulates I must indeed live here a year) and have the board reject my petition because you accidentally checked something you should have left blank.
And now that I've skillfully adduced this e-mail to the subject, I shall drop this load on you- my fees must be paid in full by August 7. The "installment plan" you dreamed of is going to remain in your dreams. Chris said there's a slight collection problem. At any rate, that's $116 per hour for nine hours, to remind you.
I love you, Daddy.
Now before you ruin your office chair, the advisor with whom I spoke mentioned I can still apply for financial aid, and the school will reimburse you for whatever I get. I suppose this is little consolation, however, as I know all too well that you don't have money hanging around the house at the present time (I write this as though you ever do). The nice thing about all this for me is that I'm 850 miles away from your wails. I suggest you vent your frustrations out on the utterly innocent wee ones.
I'm going to register online after I receive your response (which I might or might not actually read) and after I've secured the transfer of my high school transcript.
Before I conclude (at this point you'd love for it to end, wouldn't you?), I will add that I have not received what you informed me you sent via mail two weeks ago. Did you actually send the stuff, or is it still sitting in the house? Did you receive the student Visa card application crap I mailed you yet?
Send money.
Love, Lauree.
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