pkubik08's blog

Over the weekend I took my first steps towards my new adventure, college orientation. I showed up not knowing what to expect, except complete awkwardness; I didn't know anyone who would be there.

Tomorrow my family locks up and says goodbye our house we lived in for seventeen years. For months I was in denial of moving. Moving couldn't possibly change how I felt about my family's situation. I wanted so long for my family to be strong and try to keep our house, but now I realize it was all for the best.

After weeks of not knowing what school to go to and constantly debating one school against the other, I finally chose a college based on the financial aid I was receiving. I didn't think I would be attending this school since the tuition is $43,000 a year. FAFSA had advised me to take out $30,000 in loans. When it seemed like I wouldn't be going, I find the perfect scholarship for me.

It's that time of the year again-summer. Remember back in the day when summer meant waking up early to run around with your friends? Or going to the pool all day? Not anymore. For us, summer is a time to work and save money for college, with very little free time.

Every week when my gas tank gets low, I drive around looking for the cheapest gas station. Every week, I settle for a higher price than I promised I'd pay. Last week, I said I won't pay over $3.79; even though I knew I place I could get it for $3.77. This week, I went, "$3.89? That's not a bad deal." Most of the gas stations around me average $3.99 to $4.05.

Yes, this is another attempt to teach the parents on this site or any parent about parenting.

This weekend, I went to see "Sex and the City" with my friend. My mom wasn't very keen on me going, but she said I was old enough to make my own decision to see the movie. So, of course I went. I didn't really want to see it, but I felt bad that I blew off my friend twice that week. As I sat in the theater, I laughed at the jokes-mostly dirty and full of curses.

It was a dark, rainy night. I was racing on the highway to meet my friend for dinner. Looking down at the gas gage, the needle hit Empty. I pulled off the highway at the next gas station, handed my debit card to the gas attendant, and asked for a full tank of gas. It was costly, but much needed. The gas pump finally stopped at $40 with a little over 10 gallons of gas.