Dear Higher Ed,
I hope you don’t mind, but I’m writing this letter on my iPhone. I did not use my refund check to buy a MacBook this year. I’m trying to be financially responsible and I know you have no respect for my finances but surely, you can understand.
This is a difficult letter to write because I know how little you think of me. I want you to know that I’ve been faithful to you. I joined every organization that you said would
Ed, honestly, our first three and a half years together were ones for the books. We had magic, didn’t we? We traveled the world together, experienced so many mesmerizing cultures and you’ve taught me things about myself that allowed me to grow and for that I am forever indebted.
It was until this final chapter in our love story that I’d truly believed that what we have is my most valuable possession.
"Knowledge is the new money" they said.
"Get you some" they advised.
Well I offered my $90k+ degree to my landlord today and I’m hard pressed to figure out why he would not accept it as “new money”. I’m not saying you gave me nothing but Ed, honey, you did not give me enough of the right thing.
