I am unimaginably stressed out, and as I type this with tears blurring my vision, I can't help but think, "am I going to make it?" they try to prepare you a little, but I never knew college could be as expensive as it really is. So here I am, crying and typing a blog to at least slightly take a break from understanding the amount of money I have to put into this institution all on my own. I think back and kick myself for not doing more, not working harder to have more money on my paychecks, not going out for hundreds of scholarships, not saving every penny that goes into my pocket, because I- I just don't know how or what do for any of this. I'm not good with numbers, never have been, and they never taught me budgeting or how being on your own quite literally sucks. Why did I have to rush myself year after year, so excited to be out in the world as an "adult" when the world could care less about how good or bad I'm doing. Everything in my life is based around money, and I hate it, I hate it so so bad. We all know the saying 'money can't buy happiness' and sure it can't buy it directly but it sure will help you get better opportunities which will, in turn, point your life towards a brighter path.
Hm.
It looks my break is over. I'm off to study loan differences and somehow budget 23,000 extra dollars that I will be paying for the next four years of my life. As well as to look up strip clubs hiring in the area. (this would have used to be a joke, and the more I turn it over, it becomes more like a reality.)
I know a bit of you are much older than me, and you probably might just see this as me complaining, but I'm doing this all on my own and paying my own way through, and no one taught us how to do any of this, so I just got thrown in and was told to do it and do it right. Plus, I'm the first one to go to a university after high school in my family, so don't harp on me too bad, I'm just a tiny bit overwhelmed.