Selling Your Soul to Pay off Student Loans

Student’s find money stressful. Why? Well, books cost arm and a leg and applications cost you an organ or two and then paying back all of those loans…you’ll have to sell your soul.

It’s sad honestly how many nights I lie awake thinking about money. How much do I have for food? Do I have enough for rent? What happened to that money my uncle sent me for my birthday?

I was brought up knowing how to manage my money to some extent. For starters, I know that I am better off being sure that I have enough money to cover my rent for three to four months versus worrying about money for food. Food is important yes, but it’s less expensive than rent and if necessary I can live off of mac n’ cheese and toast.

Even though I try my best to budget and move numbers around I constantly feel uneasy about how much money I have. I try to make sure I have actual cash on hand in case of an emergency and also because I think it’s stupid to use debit for a purchase under $10, however despite taking these precautions it only seems to add to this weird…financial anxiety.

I’m not a big spender…unless you count books, but recently I’ve been reading comic books on Line Webtoon, so I’m not tempted to go out and buy a new book every chance I get. I also make sure to use my student discount every chance I get, and collect points at certain stores that I shop at frequently…like Chapters and Curry’s. It isn’t like I’m spending money every chance I get. The money I got for Christmas I used to pay for school and part of my rent…I still have bills to pay this week so that’ll be…just…yah.

I don’t know. If I could get a part-time job right now I would but my schedules packed…so I’m looking for paid surveys and things that I can do when I have an hour to myself or when I can’t fall asleep at night. I know that they increased minimum wage and all, but honestly…it isn’t going to make much of a difference. I worked two jobs over the summer, and I only made enough money to cover a few months of rent, and books. I have friends who work multiple jobs year round and I don’t know how they manage. I get worn out from placements, shows, meetings, classes and assignments. I can’t imagine doing all of that while working two jobs. They sad thing about my summer jobs is my one job caused a lot of unnecessary stress and my parents told me to quit, however I stayed because I knew I couldn’t afford to quit. That job was only part time on weekends. My other job was full-time during the week. I loved my full time job. I’d do it again in a heart beat. It’s closely related to what I’m going to school for anyways and I felt fulfilled doing it. Not to mention that people actually cared about my well-being and wanted to hire me as a private tutor for their kids. I’d be rich if I lived in town. I had to carpool with my Dad two hours every morning to work so…that’s the downside to the job.

I don’t know…I just wish things weren’t so expensive and I could live my life without having to freak out every time I spend a dime. I obviously can’t afford to buy a car any time soon. I don’t know when I’ll be able to afford one.

When my uncle was in university he could work all summer and have enough money to last him both semesters. I don’t understand why that had to change.

What I’d really like, is if school was free. I’m sure if it was they’d just charge us more for the textbooks though. They’ll get you one way or another.

Welp…this was my little rant about money. I’m hungry…so I’m going to try to think of what to eat.

Till next time,

–R.

First Day Back: My Parents Don’t Understand and Advice

So today was my first day back at school. It went by a lot faster than I originally thought it would. It was almost as if I’d never left. This year so far my courses seem great…however my parents do not seem to understand that the courses that I am taking are in order for me to get a Bachelor of the Arts and then later move on into the field of teaching.  I’ve tried constantly to explain this to them, and they don’t seem to be getting my point. They think that I should be applying for the concurrent program, not spending possibly seven years in university. Personally, I feel that doing this the old fashioned way, is more beneficial for me. I don’t need to stress out over what courses I am taking, and all I have to do is focus on having my work completed and handed in on time (done properly as well). This constant debate over what I am doing with my future education is actually starting to get to the point where I don’t even want to try and argue with them anymore. I understand that my parents probably wont like their child being a writer on the side while in school, but I feel like they should just deal with it and let me do my own thing now that I’m older. Yes I am still living at home, but its my future right? What I decide to do from this point on really shouldn’t be up to them.

Other than that my first day back as a senior breezed by pretty quick. I can’t believe I’m so old. I mean, I’ve changed so much from when I started high school, to now. When I look back, I wonder why I was ever that insecure? Why did I care about what other people thought of me? Five years ago I finally spoke out and stood up for myself. Today I’m expressing myself through my writing mainly, but I’m strong enough to stand up and tell people what I think rather than just sitting there in the corner afraid that I might do something stupid.

Here’s a little word of advice for those of you who are starting high school. Don’t bother trying to fit in. Be yourself, because that’s the only time you’ll ever be happy.

Trust me… I’ve been there.

 

Signed wise, old but not so old,

Orion.

P.S My parents are actually pretty understanding people when it comes to certain things, and honestly I can talk to them about almost anything…as long as its not school related. In my family most of the kids are naturally smart and don’t have to study…then there’s me, the creative wiz kid who has to study unless its a course where I get to be creative. Yes I did just call myself a creative wiz kid…Don’t hug me I’m scared. Ha…yah. Don’t judge me.