Wheres the money.

When I was in grade school being taught about money, we learned about nickels and dimes, but we were never taught where it came from. I learned how to save and I got my first bank account. Numbers interested me, the way they could add, the way they could multiply. I was never learned where to get money and I didn't care, life was good.

Then I joined the work force, and realized that hours of my life were worth dollars. It was simple, it was easy, the more time I put in the larger my bankroll would be. This is not happening.

As I enter the work force, my stills are not recognized or appreciated. I became lazy at school, I know that now. This seems counter intuitive, hard work at the university was producing very little for me. Thus I did only enough to get by, and I did.

Now, I am in a constant need of cash. I am a college graduate begging for spare change on the streets, stealing food, in a constant battle for survival.