You are looking at Bossy when she graduated from college, which was approximately eighteen years after she began.
It’s things like this—little unexpected things, like deciding you need an undergraduate degree when you’re in your mid-thirties—that can really break the bank. And Bossy and her husband have these things tenfold.
For instance, when Bossy met her husband he was a musician. After the birth of their son, he became a carpenter, which was a familiar occupation frequently used to supplement his musician income. After a few years of this carpenter business and the hardships associated with things like lying on your back in bug-infested crawl spaces two feet high, Bossy’s husband decided to enroll in full-time graduate school.
Bossy and her husband live in modest ways, but their flighty career path has prevented a more typical economic foothold.
Which leads Bossy to the subject of today’s post: Student Loans.
Do you remember way back in the Olden Days on Tuesday when Bossy reported her grand
mal seizure total = $62,518 debt? Well—do you remember how Bossy then received an email from her husband yesterday saying, “Oops, I forgot about your student loan!”
Of course you don’t remember, because Bossy never told you! And guess how much Bossy still owes on her student loan that she acquired from a bank so she could get an Advertising degree and paint houses for a living? $8,124.06, which certainly explains why it was so easy to forget.
And by the way, it’s the six cents that really breaks the deal for Bossy. New grand
mal seizure total = $70,642.06 debt. And the chorus of Poverty Party guests shout, “You’re going the wrong way!”
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