Meathook Reality

A few weeks ago, after sending my last few snarky emails to the school looking for a response regarding their certifying loans that they had asked me to file four months ago that they had not followed up on, I had a sudden attack of late-night jitters. The main thing running through my head was the fact that my school loans are going to be roughly equivelant to buying a Porsche. Every year. For three years. Granted, we’re talking about the Boxter, which is the Tercel of the Porsche line, but it’s more debt then I’ve ever really considered. I even got up and put together a quick Excel spreadsheet that pretty much confirmed my fears. I’ve gotten back to sleep, but it isn’t so easy.

Just wait until I’m a 2L, like Buffalo Wings & Vodka.