A few weeks ago I was convinced I was going to drop out of college.
I'm letting all of you know that college is stressful. If you haven't been. If you are going. I'm letting you know that it's not as fun as it's supposed to be. My first semester of school I was crying every other day. And, who am I kidding. I was crying every other day the second semester too.
Then, I realized I would probably be homeless and that I'm not about that New York winter, so I changed it to L.A. Who knows what I would do for money. I'm not attractive enough to be a prostitute. I also have a thing about people touching me, so that wouldn't work out.
I was also like I only have $25.17 in my bank account, so this is going to go great. And, the only reason it was $25.17 is because The Ting Tings concert I was going to got canceled (the lead singer ruptured a tendon in her hand) so my bank balance went from $10.17 to $25.17. That was good.
But, that's beside the point. I go to the business office. She tells me that if I checked more often I would know about this “charge”. Then, she tells me that they changed this two days ago. Inwardly, I think to myself. Yes that's why I'm here. That's why I canceled plans with my best friend Boomer to be here today. Then, she told me to go to the financial aid office.
Long story short. It was a clerical error and did not result in me needing to drop out of school. That said my budget of $25.17 has made me a very poor person. The twins and I have driven around nice neighborhoods picking out the houses we're going to buy when we're out of college. Boomer and I finally went to an art exhibit on the free day where I graciously donated one dollar. I've split a gourmet pizza with the twins to bring the cost down to $4. I've been a cheap ass bitch who looks like they've got Miu Miu on their shoes. I've lived.