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I graduated high school with honors in the top 5% of my class. I attend a top-ranked university, seeking two degrees. I’m only halfway done with college, and I have a 3.65 GPA and $25,924 in debt.
I’m currently taking 17 credits. I work 20 hours a week. I volunteer at an after school program for underprivileged kids in a poor neighborhood.
I live with my older sister, and she pays way more than half the rent. She pays for our internet, electricity, and cell phone bills.
My single mother works two jobs. She took at a $10,000 loan to help pay for my education, but she hasn’t been able to pay any of it back. She pays for my health insurance.
My father can’t cosign for me because he’s still paying back his own student loans. He recently missed three weeks of work due to illness, had emergency heart surgery, and can’t afford his bills. He pays for my car insurance.
Last year I lived on campus and earned minimum wage. After paying atrociously high rent, I barely had enough money to buy food. My boyfriend invited me over to dinner every night so I wouldn’t have to buy groceries.
I’m dependent on everyone else.
I’m one of the lucky ones.
All I want is a good job and a well-earned degree, a family, a wonderful husband and kids, but I don’t want to raise children in a world like this.
I’m terrified for my future.
I am the 99%.
Terrified for your future? Yes, that’s reasonable. I am in my forties. I was raised in prep school environments, from...
Sorry about the typos. I was a little enraged.