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by Coito ergo sum » Fri Sep 06, 2013 7:02 pm
Yeah, I can honestly say I never went through that phase. I entered college wanting to get away from home and have fun. I was looking for beer and boobies, and I found them in spades. I never had the expectation that anyone would support me, and my parents "helped" but bare minimum. I finagled my way into used books. I went to a cheaper, state university and worked for as much of my tuition, room and board as I could find. I had a job all the time during college, and lived on the cheap -- spaghetti, Ramen noodles, cheese sandwiches and kegs of beer.
I drove an old beater of a car, cobbled together and self-maintained. I'd change the oil while it was parked on the street, gave it my own brake jobs, and when the driver door broke so it was almost impossible to close if it was opened, I tied it shut with a rope and climbed in and out of the window or the passenger side. LOL.
I never called home for money. When I went home, the 'rents would stuff a few $20s in my pocket, and back in the 80s that would last a week or two, depending. I got a job at a liquor store, part of which involved loading up a pickup truck with kegs and delivering them to fraternity houses. I was rather buff back in the day, and I'd carry full kegs up and down stairs.
I never was very political back in the day. The hippies in the '80s were all about pot, mesc and acid, and they weren't much concerned with activiism, at least not at the school I went to.