I’m moving out of the dorm and back in with my mother today. I have incredibly mixed feelings about it. I hate the circumstances, but hopefully it will be for the best. I wrote about it in the mal swap group last night, and I’m really not in the mood to write about it again, so here’s some of what I posted over there (sorry if you’re seeing this twice)..
As I mentioned a few weeks ago, UK is not helping me sort out this financial aid issue that sprung from me withdrawing from a large number of courses when I was sick last year. The appeal process is taking much longer than it should and they are refusing to give me any sort of acceptation to the rules. As such, I’m being forced to take a semester off (since there’s a $8000 hold on my account where they have refused to accept my grants from the govt). Today was my last critique for a long time. It was bittersweet. Actually, it was horrible. I love being an art student. I love being surrounded by artists. Hell, I even love our shitty studio building. I almost cried when it was over because I knew it was my last one for a long time. The rest of UK, and the administration, I will not miss one little bit. But… there’s something magical about that place, and I miss it already. I happened to be going through some of my pieces when Jared called, and was tearing up seconds before the phone rang because I know that living at home is going to be tough on me. Mom and I get along really well, but we don’t always live together well. I’m moving tomorrow, out of the dorms and back home with her. I’m seriously dreading these next few months. School has been a great thing to distract me from the fact that Jared is not here. Stressful, yes, but I’ve been able to work though a lot of those negative things and have gotten to a happy place about school these past 8 weeks or so. I have lots of knitting I want to do, and I’d like to get serious about designing. I have sketches and swatches and such I just have needed the time to flesh them out. I’m just feeling really blah about the whole situation. I don’t understand why a university would have so many stupid policies that are keeping someone who a. has grants and b. wants to be at school from taking classes. And to top it off, when I withdrew before, I had to show medical documentation at the time, so it’s not like they are even questioning those withdraws, they are just mad that I have a certain number of non grade awarded courses.
So, that’s that. Today’s all about packing and getting stuff out of the dorm room. The part I’m dreading most is getting everything back in the house- everything is still a mess from the last time I moved. (What, me, hate packing? Just a bit). I will keep reminding myself that this is just time to explore other things, work on the photo buis, and knit. Lots and lots of knitting.
Speaking of knitting, I have lots of knitting to show you. Alas, I should be packing at this very moment, so it will be tomorrow.
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