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August 6th, 2015
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As I said, I had no doubt I would pass this class this semester.

I might have at first, but once I got into the swing of things, and especially after midterms, I knew that it was in the bag. My doubt was about if I'd get my GPA back up to 2.0 or higher. I went from a 2.75 my first semester to a 1.58 before Summer. It's easy to drop and not nearly as easy to get back up.
Without a 2.0 or higher, a student loses their financial aid. I paid out of pocket for this Summer class with the highest of hopes that my hard work, I could do it. I was wrong. Even with an 83 on my midterm, an 86 on my final, and an 87 overall (with the help of a 100 on one of the quizzes), the best GPA I can hope for at the moment is a 1.7.
Classes are roughly $440 and I have to retake two of them for Fall semester AND

. . . And even if I take them, and even if I get a 3.0 in both classes, My GPA would not rise to a 2.0 before the end of December and I would be in violation of my Academic Contract for the Jeff State Funeral Service Education program.
That last part may not be entirely true.
Our program coordinator would only take my MOST RECENT grades into account and my previous Fall Semester would not be accounted for (and maybe even erase the fact that I dropped the embalming sciences), so while I might get past that, I'd still have under a 2.0 GPA for cumulative record and would STILL not be able to get financial aid for Spring.

That's almost $1800 fucking dollars over the next nine months, just on school.
The fact that I don't have to pay for books won't help that much, and taking my lunch to work or cutting off NetFlix and Hulu isn't going to bail me out, either. It's a problem that just seems insurmountable.

It sure seems to be raining shit on Shaun Burnett, right now.

So with that information and depression and even more fucking stress setting in, I had a moment of clarity and decided I should sell everything I own. I have a lot of video game systems... three DreamCasts, two Segas, a Saturn, a Sega CD, a Nintendo or two, PS1, PS2, the Wii, I think Liz has a GameCube. God knows how many games. Toys, in the box, rare, unboxed, not so rare... pogs. A whole set of DC pogs. Collectible statues. Computer stuff and electronics. Even though BluRay is in, I'm sure I have some DVDs people would want to buy.
I don't wanna sell my comics. Even though they're at Brian's house for safe keeping, I want to keep them.

I'm not really too keen on that idea. Neither is Liz. But honestly, I don't know what else to do besides getting a second job.
Everywhere I look for a new kind of grant or student loan, it links me to something else which links me to something else which links me back to the first thing and then I have nothing.

I suppose robbing a liquor store is an option.

(Put the Lotion in the Basket)

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