Category: Miu

Dropping Out Of College

8/5/2015

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.

So, this month started out great. They were like settle your account for next semester and I was like I'm going to be #productive and get on top of this. I see how much I need to take out in student loans. The same as last year and I'm just going through accepting my scholarships (as if college students would turn down free money). Then, I go back and double check on how much I should take out in loans and it says that I need to pay a few thousand from last semester.

Looking at how much money I have to pay before school starts: pic.twitter.com/9E3DJBC3XP
— Bubble Righted (@BubbleRighted) July 9, 2015

The fall semester at that and I'm just like. I don't have it. I'm dropping out of college. I don't have this money. I can't afford it. I decided that I was going to have to go down to the school. May I suggest living near your school, so you can go down in person and cry in front of people.

But, I have this all planned out. I was like, I bet I fucked up and I do owe this money and I was like what am I going to do. I was like I'm going to drop out of school that's what and take a gap year. I was going to pack everything up and move to New York and pursue my dream of becoming an internationally renowned pop star.

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.

I go on down to the school. Dressed in all white to evoke innocence and purity. Of course I threw on a red belt and some crimson suede peep toes just to remind everyone that I'm a bad bitch who does not need no financial aid. I'm still not over the fact that 10% of the people at my school receive no financial aid. It costs $40,000 a year to go to my school. The fuck.

"It's physically cruel to watch angels put on their red dancing shoes." pic.twitter.com/SUHaj0T0ev
— Bubble Righted (@BubbleRighted) July 11, 2015

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.