hello, alma mater

You’re hand­some, man­i­cured and old, filled with trees and strong women. 

I know why I was se­duced. And it is­n’t to­tal­ly your fault that I fell in love with you and took out loans and couldn’t re­al­ly fath­om what that would mean, how big the num­bers would grow, and how much in­ter­est I’d pay in a year.

I didn’t un­der­stand that the de­gree only marked my par­tial com­ple­tion and that I won’t re­al­ly feel like I’ve grad­u­at­ed un­til I’ve paid off these loans. It’s not to­tal­ly your fault be­cause I took out oth­er loans too. And per­haps I should have had a bet­ter fis­cal imag­i­na­tion, but tru­ly I had no reference.

Would I take it back? I’m liv­ing to not re­gret it. Try­ing to pay back as much as pos­si­ble as quick­ly as pos­si­ble. And I have very am­bi­tious goals for the next few years, cul­mi­nat­ing in what I’m call­ing debt free 40. 

Fuck­ing Vamos!

I met some of the best women I know here and the smells in­side the li­brary and in Mills Hall in­voke sweet thick nos­tal­gia. I don’t know if I’d make the same choice again, but I think I would. It gave me friend­ships and, in a big way, took me to Spain.

I’ve paid off 25k. It’s mon­u­men­tal but I still have a lot to go.
 
 

—alyssa ras­mussen

Flom­mist Alyssa Ras­mussen is a word tai­lor, ed­u­ca­tor, and artist. She also stamps hands at the door of Sacra­men­to Com­e­dy Spot. Copy­right © 2018 Alyssa Rasmussen.

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