Yesterday started out fine enough.
Here I am, my birthday. Not bad. You know, just chilling out. About to head to work.
My boss from my job I usually have during the school year calls. “Ben,” she says, “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but it looks as if you don’t have any work study funds for next year.” The unspoken part of this is which means you can’t work and can’t eat. So, I call the financial aid office. Their news was much more dire: “To us, it doesn’t look as if we got a FAFSA application for you.”
Well, I say, I’ll show you! I finished my application, and I’ve got all the evidence of this on my computer. I’ll just head home before work, find my confirmation email, and then everything will be sorted out.
Ha! is my cry to battle. This is but a minor screw-up.
I get home, and there is no evidence that I even attempted to start a FAFSA application. None. Zip. Nada. The FAFSA website says that I don’t even exist. And this is a funny thing, seeing as I had taken two weeks to gather all the information I needed to submit it on it’s due date, March 2nd. I had been very proud of myself.
So, I actually call the phoneline for the FAFSA, and they tell me that what might have happened was that I had input all my information, but never actually clicked the “Submit” button. And since saved forms are deleted after 45 days on their website, and I filled in all my information around early March… well, you can see what happened.
So, as it is right now, I’m uncertain about how much aid I’ll be able to receive next year. I resubmitted a new FAFSA application online last night, as soon as I got home from work and before I allowed any of my friends to drag me out for celebrations.
But that wasn’t the end of my birthday, and thank God for that. I had a fantastic time trying one of those Texas-sized Margaritas at Hudson’s, and then headed over to the Sycamore Hot Springs in Avila Beach for some sulfur-smelling, hot-tub action.
My friends are so cool. I’d forgotten all my troubles, and it was great.