Some statistics on my student loans:
Original loan amount: $7,500
Interest rate: 6.550%
Years spent paying off: 8
Money spent: $5,211
Balance due: $5,839
Now itâs true, compared to many, if not most student loans in this country, mine was not that bad. I know people who have tens of thousands, some even hundreds of thousands of dollars in student loan debt. Theyâve become doctors and lawyers, program directors and teachers, artists and actors. They all struggle under the weight of their loans, big and small.
Itâs an inconvenient truth that many of us have learned to deal with: weâll be paying off our loans until we are old. One friend says heâll be paying it off until heâs dead, another way of saying he will never be able to pay it off, even with his fancy lawyersâ salary. Heâs counting on debt forgiveness one day. For the sake of his children, I hope it happens.
For the most part, Iâve been able to ignore my debt, even forgetting about it for long stretches of time. I picked a number I could live with, and enrolled in automatic debit. Every month, a set amount of money bleeds from my bank account into the ever-deepening hole of my debt. I receive an email notification, which I hastily open, just to close again so that it no longer shows bold in my inbox, and forget about it. I know Iâm not paying enough to really make a dent â the interest makes sure of that â but itâs been all I could afford or felt comfortable with for a long time.
Recently, Iâve been able to save some money. Living with family and not paying rent will do that for you. I highly recommend it if you can stand your family at all. Lucky for me, mine is amazing, generous, and actually fun to be with. So Iâve been stockpiling money like Scrooge McDuck, my swimming pool brimming with gold coin, and bank rolls inflating my future with possibilities. The trips Iâm going to take, the dream home that is quickly filling my Pinterest with boards containing soaking bathtubs, screened porches, and mudrooms are looming ever closer with each passing day.
But the more I think about the future and the things Iâd like to do, the causes Iâd like to be involved with, the trips Iâd like to take, and the homes Iâd like to buy and decorate like the cover of a Better Homes and Gardens magazine, the harder it becomes to ignore that nagging little voice in my head that says, âYouâre saving all of this money, just to let it slip down the slimy, dead dream-coated drain of debt.â I would like my money to be mine, not just sitting in my bank account until the government menses deprives me of the lifeblood of my dreams.
So, today, I finally listened to that voice. I sat down and looked at the stats. How long have I been paying into this money pit? How much have I spent? How much of that is actually part of my principal loan, and how much of that has been interest, the government stealing my hard-earned cash, just to punish me for not having it in the first place? I was appalled. I had made a small dent in the original loan, but the amount of money I had paid should have almost paid it off entirely. I did the math. Ok, math is not my strong suit so I just looked at the scheduled payments. 8 years put into it, and 5 more to go. A couple thousand more in interest. All told, I would have spent 13 years, and a little over 11 thousand dollars paying off a $7,500 loan. (Again, I realize this is not that bad compared to many, but bear with me here. )
It made me angry. Angry at the government for putting so much pressure and weight on the young people in this country, who are just trying to make it in an economic environment our parents couldnât have dreamed of (or had nightmares about, more like), for making it impossible to get a decent paying job without a degree, then making it impossible for so many to get a decent education because of the exorbitant costs of tuition, and THEN making it impossible for us to get out from under their thumb, after weâve been forced to undertake loans that cripple us financially and keep us in poverty and unable to amass any real wealth or property.
I was angry at myself, for allowing me to be a cog in the system for so long, for not taking responsibility for my financial freedom, and for ignoring the clear facts and even sound advice that was laid out right in front of me. I allowed myself a few moments to feel that anger, really feel it and try to understand it, and then I took action.
That big cash pile Iâve been sitting on? The waves of coin lapping against the side of my money pool? Now itâs more like a puddle. Today I paid off my student loan. I bit the bullet, took my lumps, made my bed and snuggled right down into it. It was the hardest easy decision Iâve made recently, and I know it was the right one. It might make my dreams of wraparound porches, granite counter tops, and poolside cocktails a little bit farther off, but theyâre out there, waiting for me, and Iâll get there eventually.
For now, I know that Iâm free, my money is my own, and the government can suck it.
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