Scholar
I am broke; not much to my name. I’m okay with that though, but college isn’t free. I recognize that they don’t accept smiles, good vibes and good intentions as a form of payment {yet}.
The medium of exchange is cash; “Will that be Visa, MasterCard or American Express? You also have the option to pay by check.”
A four year degree in exchange for a lifetime of debt. Well that may be true, but it only last a few minutes until you forget. Eventually though, that problem accumulates interest and a whole lot of stress. How much am I willing to invest? Is my mind body and spirit ready to be put through this test?
I think I’ll try to be more proactive this time around. I have an advantage this time, my feet are on the ground. It’s become clear what I need to do, I’m trying to be educated so I can assist you.
This time my mentality is do or die, time stops for no man so I will make use of my time. I’ve grown in many ways, now I am better adapted and much more wise.
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