Learning To Laugh At The Pig Crap

After moving to the city of Chicago in July from No Man's Land to finish my college degree, I knew it was for me. There were people here! So many people, they listened to The Like, they did their hair every day, they wore  shirts under their plaid shirts (as well as buttoning them!). For the first time I walked into a restaurant and no one was wearing a camouflage baseball cap with the number 88 (the second eight of coarse drawn in Sharpie because of Dale Earnhardt's change from the #8 Budweiser Chevrolet to #88 in 2006) on it! It was amazing, I met amazing people, went to The Second City and the iO, visited landmark movie sets and passed Wrigley Field everyday. It was a dream, until I received my first tuition bill for $28,000 (one semester). Now I am heading back to NML to rent out one room, travel an hour and a half to the nearest college campus and work as a waitress at a local steakhouse, so that I can pay four grand a year and hopefully have a lucrative career in...well...anything that will pay. I am completely determined to make this interesting! What else can you do when your living in a house with two elderly folks, no tv and a pig.