I was going to post about trying to apply for additional loans during the summer session, but it was just a long, angry rant. Suffice it to say that Onestop advisers gave me incomplete, incorrect, and conflicting information over the course of a half dozen emails and phone calls, and that when I finally talked to the person who eventually denied my request (without notifying me), she didn’t actually care that the website does not contain useful information.
“Not everyone reads that site anyway.”
Jesus Hairy Christ on a dog gammed pogo stick, it’s not like it’s my blog, it is the official communication of the University on the subject of loans.
FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. YOU FUCKING COCKBITER YOU CAN SUCK THE PEANUTS OUT OF MY SHIT.
It’s like turtles, only not chocolate.
Today’s email ends with:
Hopefully those questions should give you something to answer. Please read them carefully and consider how you could help me. It’s even in your name: “Helping U.” Oh, you can’t spell “you.” That should have been my first warning to not come back to the University: it names its departments via text messages.