I don't know what "Sallie Mae" stands for, but I think it has "Stafford" in it somewhere. I assume Stafford was a congressperson who authored the bill that brought Stafford loans into being. These are loans for graduate students, law students, medical students, like that. But they aren't cheap loans like student loans used to be. They're eight and a half percent, though you can bargain them down a point or so in various ways after you graduate. But for students they might be the only loans they can get.
So, U Karlovy 2nd Medical has an agreement with the US dept of Ed which allows US students at their school to partake of these loans. However, when Frank went to start an application there, he found out that his school code, which FAFSA (the central application service) gave him and verified, gets him kicked off the website to the beginning.
So I go on the phone. I speak to two different very nice, very helpful people, and two hours later I have the answer: the FAFSA school code is G33003, but the Sallie Mae school code is 033003. Meanwhile I have a bad hour in there where I can't find the copy of the letter which authorizes Karlovy students to participate, and a new search for 2nd medical faculty (after many iterations of the name of the school in both Czech and English) results in 1st medical and 3rd medical but not 2nd. But verifying the school code by the other route works. Surprisingly (or not?), these school codes are not sequential . . .
Anyway, that's my whole morning gone. However, I did work out some plotting kinks for The Conduit, and I did sweep the kitchen floor, and I did find out that the flat rate priority mail box is about the size of a ream of standard paper ($37 to send him a pair of longjohns and a pair of pants?), and I did print out what I have to read for tomorrow, and I found those longjohns.
late to work.
So, U Karlovy 2nd Medical has an agreement with the US dept of Ed which allows US students at their school to partake of these loans. However, when Frank went to start an application there, he found out that his school code, which FAFSA (the central application service) gave him and verified, gets him kicked off the website to the beginning.
So I go on the phone. I speak to two different very nice, very helpful people, and two hours later I have the answer: the FAFSA school code is G33003, but the Sallie Mae school code is 033003. Meanwhile I have a bad hour in there where I can't find the copy of the letter which authorizes Karlovy students to participate, and a new search for 2nd medical faculty (after many iterations of the name of the school in both Czech and English) results in 1st medical and 3rd medical but not 2nd. But verifying the school code by the other route works. Surprisingly (or not?), these school codes are not sequential . . .
Anyway, that's my whole morning gone. However, I did work out some plotting kinks for The Conduit, and I did sweep the kitchen floor, and I did find out that the flat rate priority mail box is about the size of a ream of standard paper ($37 to send him a pair of longjohns and a pair of pants?), and I did print out what I have to read for tomorrow, and I found those longjohns.
late to work.
Re: Mail to "other places"
We're on Telegraph Hill, but NB is our local PO. We can walk or take public transportation almost anywhere. B's two-day-a-week job in Campbell is moving to Sunnyvale soon. Happy day! He can take the train.
Took us eighteen months of Sunday open houses to find the place we did and another day or two to decide that we =could= live without a garage or even a parking space or a street and could walk our groceries down the steps and our recycle out.
I miss the dirt, the backyard. Boy, do I, but we're better off here.
Re: Mail to "other places"
I admit there are substantial benefits to your neighborhood -- Molinari, City Lights, Trieste, Hang Ah, Coit Tower (you do not have to be a tourist to love the murals), and really close bus lines.
Though remember that party at Bill Quick's? Frank was fifteen or sixteen. We ended up walking all the way back to my dad's place on the hill at the end of Church Street because the buses had stopped running . . .