Give me my Choo!

A late night entry after having a look at my bank account -descends me into a state of panic and self questioning. It hits me again, maybe more than ever how expensive this course is and how time and mind consuming it is. A part time job is out of the question for me, I don’t think I can handle it with placements (3 days a week), lectures (2 days a week) plus readings, assignments, and doctoral level research. Sigh. My partner said today (after looking at his dwindling bank (yes, him too) account as a result of supporting me on living expenses), ‘you better be earning a decent amount after you graduate cos you had some pretty expensive education’. Will I be earning a decent amount? Well what’s decent? I’m sure it’s nothing compared to bankers and accountants. Would it be self defeating to say that I’m not in it for the money considering my infinite materialistic wants and desires to possess pretty and decadent things? I can’t decide. I’m sure this is just a phase… but at the moment, Jimmy Choo is beckoning me… making me wish… want…

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