Female Care

While some of us young twenty-something-year-olds get admirable, high-paying jobs immediately after graduating from college, some of us have other plans. Some of us are absolutely broke. I am one girl who falls into the category of completely and disgustingly broke. Really, believe me. Just don’t look in my bank account please. Why not? Because I am posing as a rich girl. Seriously though, I’ve got enough money to quit my day job, sit back, and enjoy life for at least six months, maybe even a year. So, why exactly am I still slaving away at my day job letting my money burn a hole in my pocket? Because there’s just one small problem. My money isn’t exactly mine. In fact, in precisely one year I’m going to have to pay it all back. Yikes. They’re called student loans and while they are incredibly beautiful things, they also scare me quite a bit. It’s not easy walking around the fanciest, ritziest malls in Boston and feeling like you can make the purchases of your dreams. Of course, it’s also not easy to sit on the street in a box begging for food while trying to complete your school assignments for the next day. So, when it came time to pay for graduate school, I decided to take out some money. And it was just so easy. So easy that I just kept taking it. And now I’m a rich girl.
Do I spend more than I should? Yes. I’m not exactly the starving graduate student struggling to make ends meet like you might expect. But am I happy? Yes. Why should I spend what are supposed to be my happiest years living in some box on the street not able to buy myself a decent meal of sushi and sake when I feel like it (or a new Victoria’s Secret Diamond Bra or a new Coach bag for that matter–whoops I’m getting out of hand again). I’ll worry about money when I get out of school and am supposed to be a responsible adult. The happier I am now, the more apt I am to work hard in school and therefore obtain a satisfying, well-paying job when I get out. So, I don’t care if it’s “fake” money—I’m rich and I’m going shopping!