July 23, 2004
Too Good to Be True?
So even though I've updated my address with the registrar, I continue to get mailings from my grad school forwarded from my old address. Most of the time they end up in the "circular file" - though getting my diploma was a big plus.
Last night I got what suspiciously looked like a check. Couldn't be, not from the seriously expensive grad school with the maddening, aggravating administration. (Note: Really liked my department. Couldn't stand to go rounds with the registrar, and even worse, the bursar's office, which has earned its place as one of the innermost levels of hell.)
But it was a check. Made out to me, accompanied by some cryptic description. It's enough to buy a smartphone, or put towards a Marc Jacobs bag, or even cover most of next year's trip with the ladies of Pemberley (in Sonoma - ooooh). But between student loans, the credit cards I lived on and the paltry NYC salary that was somehow supposed to cover two people, this would be a shovelful towards Lady Crumpet's Big Ass Debt (LC-BADTM).
Now I need to call the school to make sure this isn't a mistake. 'Cause boy do I want to deposit that dough, pronto. But I don't want to be hassled if and when the school decides they want the money back because they fucked up.
Ugh. I hate being responsible.