As an idealistic highschooler, I had images of my perfect GPA and shiny accomplishments netting me a full-ride scholarship to a prestigious university where I would obtain my BSN and proceed to live the good life. You can imagine my disappointment when I found that I had applied too late for most scholarships, FASFA had determined that I needed no financial help, and the cheapest university wasn’t impressed by a 32 ACT score anyways. My only choices were to choose a different career, spend a decade getting my degree debt free, or take out the dreaded student loans. Since I call myself “The Quirky Nurse”, you can guess which one I eventually chose.
So I took out all the loans I could, and my parents helped me pay the remainder. I went to school full time year round and graduated with exactly the number of credits I needed a full semester early, eager to start my new job in the Operating Rooms. At the back of my mind, thoughts of my loan repayments lingered, but I mostly ignored them while making half-hearted attempts to save bits of my salary as a hedge for when my 6-month grace period ended. And then my grace period ended and I got the full, horrific understanding that I owed more than a full year’s before tax income to the government, and my minimum payments weren’t going to make this monster budge for years.
I was (am) desperate to climb out of this hole that I had dug myself in, and immediately turned to the wise and knowledgeable older folk around me for help
“What is the best way to pay off debt?”
“How do you save money best to pay off more debt?”
“How long did it take you to pay this off?”
The responses shocked me. A full ten years later, many people still had student debt, and really weren’t too concerned about paying them off. The minimum payment is just another thing they have adjusted too, along with their car payments, mortgages, credit card debt, and other fees that seem required to obtain the “American Dream”. Let’s rewind for a moment, shall we?
The summer between my junior and senior year I had a job in the next city over but didn’t have the cash to buy a car, let alone pay for insurance and gas and repairs. Giving up never even crossed my mind. I looked up the bus schedule, loaded the piece-of-crap mountain bike of my youth on the front of said public transportation, and made it into work on time. Since I got out of work late, when the buses no longer ran, I biked the ten miles home, and collapsed into bed. The next day I repeated the process. It was incredibly difficult at first but by the end of the summer, and had saved enough cash to buy a high-quality bicycle made for commuting, and was in the best shape of my life from cycling twenty miles a day. I saved enough to pay for my last semester of college, and was now armed with the knowledge that I could THRIVE on virtually no money.
It was incredibly easy to get accustomed to my “fabulous nurse cash” (as my family calls it) paycheck, and it made it difficult to taper things off in order to start making more money available to pay off these loans. But just as we humans can adjust to having more, we can certainly adjust to less, and these past six months have been a lesson in that. I’m still wasteful in some areas, and sometimes blow my budget, but today I successfully paid off my second loan, with only two more to go. I am striving to finish by December of 2015. My life will not be ruled by debt, if I have anything to say about it.