About a week ago, my dad finished his part of my financial aid statement and sent it to me for confirmation and to sign it. After I did that, I had to bring it to the Financial Aid Department and drop it off. I got the package in which the statement was mailed and I reviewed it, signed it, and set off to bring it to the Financial Aid Department.
Now, the financial aid department is in Admissions. I said this to myself as I left my classroom in the English Department building. Instead of going to Admissions, I went to the Business Office, where they told me, “no, you need to go to Admissions.” I smacked myself in the forehead and then said, “why the hell did I go to the Business Office. Dammit, Mondays.”
I left the Business Office and instead of going to Admissions, I went to the Administration Building (the whole while muttering, “you idiot, you have to go to Admissions. ADMISSIONS”). I casually walked into the Administration Building, and without noticing, walked into the Registrar’s Office and said,
“Hi, I have this Financial Aid stuff.”
“You need to go to Admissions,” the lady behind the desk replied.
“Son of a BITCH.”
“Monday, huh?”
“Mm.”
So, I set off to Admissions, having first gone to two buildings in a span of five minutes and telling myself that I needed to go to Admissions. I get there, drop my shit off, and meander back across campus. Probably to the wrong dorm. In fact, this doesn’t look like my room at all. Shit.
I’ve been here three years and I have no idea where anything is.
