Tag Archives: money

1. If you want to talk on the phone with someone, you must like them more than an average amount –   because who talks on the phone?

2. “Before I know myself, seek not to know me.” Did I just quote Shakespeare?! Oh god! Who am I?

3. Money is useless. However, it just so happens that people are willing to trade you good things for it – like books, education, flowers, and plane tickets.

4. Sometimes I have to translate words in my head – like when British people use the word “football”.

5. How accomplished I feel in a day depends heavily on how many emails I send out. You too?

6. It’s easy to regret the things you’ve done, but what you really should be focusing on is all of the things you didn’t do! You’re welcome.

7. Say what you mean or say nothing at all.

8. Don’t be afraid to go it alone. Sometimes your friends/family aren’t into the same music as you are/don’t want to road trip to New York/hate shopping. Don’t miss out on that opportunity just because no one would go with you – no matter what it is. (see #6)

9. Meeting a new person is pretty much the same as traveling to another country/planet/universe in your head. You can never know too many people – they expand your understanding of the world and your place in it.

10. Have you seen the movie Everything is Illuminated? No? Well, you should!


I need to make $5,000. In the next three weeks. (gasp)

Why? School. College. I go to college. Have you heard of it? You go there and it’s very expensive and they teach you things. It’s pretty great.

Fall semester is fast approaching, which means me handing over all of my summer-earned money to go towards tuition is fast approaching, too. I’ve been working full-time for the past two years to pay for all of my school expenses: tuition, books, gas, clothes, etc. I’ve always made it work. Sure, I never bought anything else, but I managed to squeeze by and pay for everything (and sneak in a few smoothies from the yummy smoothie shop at school).

This time, though, I seem to have very little money. What happened?! Was it the new car (used with 200,000 miles) I bought because my tiny sports car broke down? Was it the week trip to California? Wait, did I even work this summer? Yes, I did! I recall several hundred hours of working! What is going on?! Where is my money? There is no way I can make so much money in so little time. And there is equally no way that I’m dropping some of the courses I have scheduled… I’m so close! I’m almost done. I only have two semesters left of college!

Student loan, you say? What? Did I hear you right? No way, man. I don’t do that stuff.

Of course, today I did lock my better judgement away in a mental closet and research student loans online. It was a very stressful few minutes. Do you know that they either want you to pay monthly interest, or pay a monthly fee so that you don’t have to pay monthly interest?! That’s what I learned, and I didn’t even dig very far: they put that great deal on the front page of their website! No. Thank. You.

Still, even without the loan, I think I’ll be alright. With monthly payments to my school, working as much as I can around my class schedule, I should be able to make enough to pay everything by December. It’s how I roll. Student loans just make me itchy. How do people do it? How can you owe someone that much money? How do you go to school (or through life) everyday, knowing that you still have to pay for everything? Itchy.

All that said, I have another question: Why does college cost so much, anyhow?

So, I’m paying you (you, aka, the University) about $5,000 a semester, at really low full-time status: 13 credits. And how many $5,000 payments are you getting? How many students go to this University? Any University? Where does all that money go?

Sure, we use a lot of internet. And ink. And paper. Also, toilet paper. But, $5000 per semester per student worth? Even when you take professor’s wages into consideration… I’m not seeing it.

I’m sure we students would voluntarily bring in our own toilet paper, if that would help. We could just add it to our school supplies list, under Pilot G2 pens (seriously, those things are great). I will even sweep the floors. Anything else? Come on, work with me here! Can’t you see that we can’t afford this?

Now, all of that said, why isn’t there a website where one can go and sign up to be sponsored by a super-rich billionaire? Seriously. I mean, I am freaking out over $5,000, when I am sure there are people out there who make that much money in, like, fifteen minutes. Where are these people? How  does one get in contact? Super-rich billionaires love to give money to charities, right? Just call this one the “middle-class college students” charity. Or, the “People who can almost afford to go to College” organization. Simple, really. Somebody out there, make this website. Then, sign me up. Thanks.

(P.s, if you are a super-rich billionaire who is really excited about this fantastic offer, yet saddened that this website does not, in fact, yet exist, feel free to get in touch. After all, if you’ve read this entire post, you’ve already made enough money to help out this middle-class, slightly-poor, college student. I’ll totally tell all of my friends on Facebook about your generosity!)

“She’s so lucky!”

“You won the lottery? You’re a jabillionare?! Luck must be on your side!”

“God, Justin Bieber sucks. I am the best singer on the planet, why did I not get that lucky?”

Do you believe in luck?

I don’t.

Sure, things happen to people. These things might be really great or really horrible. But there was no deciding force that caused it to happen. Not luck, anyway.

So you know that band you really like? Those four/five/seven people that get to tour the world doing what they love? They aren’t lucky.

You know that girl, that has that really cool job – a job you sort of wish that you had? She’s not lucky.

You know that guy that just won like 300 million dollars because he played the lottery? Not. Lucky.

“Luck” is just another word we use to describe things that happen in our world. Maybe you see someone doing something really awesome, and you say, “Wow, look how lucky they are to have that opportunity!” Maybe a tree falls on your house, and it’s easier to say, “What bad luck!” than it is to have nothing to blame it on at all.

But that girl didn’t get that job because she’s lucky. She probably worked hard to get there. Or maybe her dad was friends with the person that owns the company.

That guy didn’t win a semi-truck full of cash because he was lucky. He walked into a gas station. He bought a lottery ticket.

Things are going to happen to you in your life time. Maybe they will be bad. Maybe life will be rough and you’ll want to blame it all on bad luck. Maybe things will be wonderful. And if they are, it won’t be because of luck. It’ll be because you chose to do something. Or because someone chose it for you, because you were the best choice.

You have to make things happen. You have to make your own “luck”.

I work for the creative writing magazine at my University. I’m the “Prose Editor”. I handle the fiction and non-fiction submissions. AKA, anything that’s not poetry.

I love my job. (I call it a job… it’s more of a paid volunteer.) It’s great. I love writing, I love reading, I love working with the authors and editing their pieces to make them the best that they can be; to help create the end product that the writers originally imagined.

About a year ago, I discovered there was such a thing as a creative writing magazine. Who knew? I think I found out about them from my creative writing professor, who handed me a long compiled list of mags that accepted student work. When I found out, I thought I had stumbled onto something big.

That’s it! I’m sure I shouted in my head. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll work for a creative writing magazine/journal once I graduate from college. Sounds good to me!

Little did I know, nor could I ever imagine, that about four months later… I would be working at a creative writing magazine – at my college, no less!

Like I said, it’s a great job. I get to do all that cool stuff I already mentioned, as well as hang out with the staff (who are a group of amazingly cool people themselves), go to poetry readings, have magazine launch parties (in which we eat cheese, drink wine, and wear fancy clothing)… basically, I have the opportunity to do what I love with people I love in the town I love.

I hope I can be so lucky once I graduate and get a “real” job. I mean, honestly, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I keep asking people, “What am I going to do the day after graduation? … What are you gonna do?” (And with my literary magazine idea already completed, well, I’ve got nothing.)

College students, generally, are pretty cool. They tend to be intelligent, open minded, fun, interesting, etc. Well, the ones I hang out with, anyway. People getting a higher education are just interesting people to know; they’re either involved in some cool project, or they’re helping out in the local community, or they’re working in or at the University itself, making it a better place in one way or another.

Universities and colleges are where the smart people hang out. Where the kids with bright futures live. (Oh, and I go there, too. …) So, when I ask my, “What are you going to do after you graduate” question, I always expect something other than what I tend to hear: “Oh, I’m going to be a teacher” or, “Oh, I guess I’ll be a professor.”

Uh, excuse me, what?

I think this has happened with the last 6/10 students I’ve spoken to. The rest of them, the 4/10, either have a different career in mind, or, more commonly, still have no idea.

I can’t believe it, though! A teacher? You want to teach? You’ve just spent the first 25 years of your life in school, and now you want to teach? What?

I don’t want to teach. I know that much for sure. (Crossing possible careers choices off of my ‘list’ is better than nothing, right?) No way! Maybe I’m just too selfish to be a teacher. Or, maybe I dream too big. The way I see it, you’ve only got one life. You’re gonna die. (Hate to break it to you like this.) Why waste it doing something you don’t love? Why not try, why not risk it (whatever “it” is) and go for your dream job? Why be a teacher?

Ok, Ok, I understand that some people really do want to teach. Like, they’re passionate about it, and it’s how they want to spend their life. And that’s great! Good for them. But I’m not talking about those particular people. I’m talking about the really fucking awesome people in this world that become teachers/professors because they just don’t know what else to do, or they’re too scared to do it, or (this is probably the most correct option) they’re too smart to do it.

“What I really want is a good paying job.” This is what I hear a lot. People just want to do something that will make them money. A good, steady, income. Be reasonable: get a reasonable degree, get a reasonable job, live a reasonable life.

I’m sorry, but that’s just not good enough for me! I don’t care about money. Really, I don’t. But, at the same time, money is a necessity. Money buys shelter and Charles Bukowski poetry books. It’s just not that important to me. A successful life and job is doing what I love. For me, that’s not teaching. That’s not a lot of things. I don’t know exactly what it is yet. I love so many things, maybe that’s why I can’t settle on one job. Maybe I need to find or create a job that lets me do lots of really cool, interesting things.

I don’t know! I’ll admit it: I don’t know. Not a clue. And it is so scary, not knowing. You’re expected to know. “What are you majoring in?” “What are you going to be when you grow up?” “What are you going to do the day after graduation?”

Can I respond with: “Who Cares!”? That’s what I want to say, sometimes. I’ll figure it out. I’m just going to live my life and see where it leads. I want to do so many different things. I don’t want a “regular” job.

I don’t know!