On My 18th Birthday, My Parents Told Me My Education Fund Was Gone — I Didn’t Cry, I Took Notes

overheard enough whispered conversations, caught enough fragments of arguments when my parents thought I was asleep, to estimate it was substantial. An initial deposit in the late 1990s, invested conservatively for eighteen years—that was real money. That was four years at a state university. That was a degree in mechanical engineering, following in continue reading …