re: College Poverty Stories

First few years of college were in Oklahoma. Parents would put $100 in my checking account on the beginnning of the month and had a gas card that my mom watched like a hawk.
Would hit up the shite grocery store for the “special of the day” meat (the old meat they are throwing out after that day with the brown tint”. Grab a lb of store brand elbow macaroni. Brown the frick out of the meat with Tony’s add ketchup and water and you got food for 3-5 days, would cost me like $5. The Oklahoma boys called that shite goulosh.

I’d wait to put gas in my truck until the gas station was about 30min from closing at 10:30 towards the end of the month. If I timed it right I only needed about a 1/4 tank of gas and the ol girl at the register would hook me up with all the fried shite still in the case instead of throwing it out for $5. Would eat like a king that night, then for lunch and dinner the next night.

Got good at cooking and a few guys on the team would put together some
Money and I’d make a massive chili or gumbo and we could make that last for a few days. I got to eat at the cafeteria 5Xs a week, so I didn’t starve. But I played ball and cafeteria food once a day didn’t go very far b/w the running and practice. When I came home after my first semester my mom didn’t want me to go back b/c I was so skinny.

Got lucky and got a good rep around town... a couple of us would go fish the ponds around town to catch bass for food. One guy was a green jeans, but would let us help clean up around his ranch in exchange to be able to fish the ponds on it for food.

I can’t believe I lived off of $20 a week. It was insane...