Well, well. It seems like the party that is The Least Prestigious Community College in the State of Utah is only increasing with unfortunately awkward moments and lameness as we progress diligently through the semester.
It started out with having the window pane next to my bed shattered a week ago by a snowball. That was hella fun, I still stand by the fact that the people who live in my building are the most obnoxious people in the world.
Then I went in to make a payment onto my account and found out that they had attempted to charge me just under $700 for insurance, late fees, and the like. I may be the only one, but I’d rather spend 700 bucks on denim and shoes than on insurance—especially when I have my own already.
When I began thinking about that, I recalled I’ve already filled out an insurance waiver—a nifty little document saying I didn’t need the schools sub par insurance FOUR EFFING TIMES.
So now, instead of studying for a test I have tomorrow I’m seething that I have to waste my time writing letters of appeal, talking to so-and-so, and explaining that the school dropped the ball on multiple occasions.
Nice Cashier Lady told me the things I needed in my little letter, such as “Explanation of how you’ll resolve this situation so that the problem or difficulty will not continue,” I’m thinking that, “Transferring to another school.” Would be a bad idea, also concerning my housing fees that should be non-existent my solution would be, “Never to live in your mold infested trashy dorms again.”
I asked Nice Cashier Lady who I deliver the bill for my time, she just stared at me. Damn.