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When Angela Nisell found herself struggling financially while in college, instead of sulking, she decided to entertain herself by creating an online journal that chronicled her day-to-day trials and tribulations. Written with humor and intelligence, her “Broke Diary” quickly found an audience as people wrote to Angela to empathize with, console, and laugh with her about her experiences and even share their own. The Broke Diaries...
When Angela Nisell found herself struggling financially while in college, instead of sulking, she decided to entertain herself by creating an online journal that chronicled her day-to-day trials and tribulations. Written with humor and intelligence, her “Broke Diary” quickly found an audience as people wrote to Angela to empathize with, console, and laugh with her about her experiences and even share their own. The Broke Diaries is the first complete compilation of her experiences, written in a voice that is funny, unique, and dead-on.
Dear Broke Diary:
Knowledge should be free. And today, at the University of Pennsylvania, it was. Only with the truly broke can a beautifully planned day of study turn into a burglary. I love having the same classes as my friends. Usually, when we combine our purchasing power, we can afford all of the books for the class.
One set that we all share, of course. But not this anthropology class me and Janelle, my closest brokest friend, are enrolled in.
This class has three required books and a bulkpack (a bound collection of essays from multiple authors). What the hell was this professor thinking? I wish they bootlegged books like they bootleg albums. Where's the man with the briefcase full of stolen books? Eff a fake Gucci watch. Start hawking photocopies of textbooks. You'll be a tax-free millionaire in no time.
No, know what I want? Thugs who just rough up professors who assign too many books. Especially professors who assign books they themselves authored. The book thugs wouldn't hurt 'em, just, like, corner them in a lab late one night and scare them into shame.
Thug [knocking petri dish to the floor]: Yeah, I knocked over your little dish! You wanna do something about it?! Huh, do you??!
Professor [cowering in corner]: Please, sir!!! Leave me be!! Is it money you're after? I don't have any money in here! Just fetal pigs!
Thug: Sure, you don't have any money! We know you're getting kickbacks from the publishing companies for assigning these overpriced books!! And how are you going to assign a book you wrote your damn self?!! Why, I should-
Professor: Please, take all the drugs you want! In fact, I'll make you some drugs! Please, go!
Thug [punches hole in Periodic Table of Elements Chart]: I'll be back.
Oops. I didn't mean to start writing a screenplay. Sorry. Just get a little emotional sometimes. Got all this aggression up in me 'cause, man, I wanna learn, too! Anyway. Me and 'Nelle did split the cost of the anthro bulkpack but, man, we were jonesing for that textbook. Not having that textbook has put us mad behind. Yesterday, we made a plan to bridge that broke learning gap.
Janelle is convinced Joel, the teaching assistant, gives her special looks during class. (Yes, she said "special looks." How funny, right?!! What the hell is a "special look"?) So she suggested we go to his office hours and double-team him: I'd kiss up and she'd flirt. Anyway, I was down for the plan, but the only special look I want from Joel is the look he gives my midterms and final when he smacks an A on both of 'em. Today was supposed to be the first day on the quest to have Joel smack my A. Janelle and I met up in front of Van Pelt Library and walked over to the university museum.
Just two normal, innocent college girls walking to class. We could have made the "Guide for Prospective Parents" video. Janelle even had a bow in her hair. Ah, it was perfect. We were still pure and innocent as we walked up the museum stairs, down the left-end hall, and into Joel's office. He wasn't there, so we just plopped down on the beat-up office love seat and started chatting. That's when we saw it. Perched on top of a stack of papers on his desk.
Yes, it was . . . The Textbook. Okay, actually, 'Nelle saw it first. We were talking, and all of a sudden her eyes got wide like saucers. Her voice dropped to an urgent whisper. "Oh shit, Ang! Look! Look! On the desk!" Mmmm, yes. That book looked beautiful in all of its unbroken-spined glory. Shiny, happy book.
With the words "Educator's Edition" emblazoned in gold across the front. Polished gold, not dull gold like the cafeteria workers' teeth. I wanted to pick it up, to touch it, to write down some of the sacred "Educator's Edition" notes I knew were contained therein. I wanted to look in it so badly, but that's rude, right? You can't touch someone's stuff while they aren't there. Oh, but it was calling me. . . . It was so shiny, so new . . . so- WOW.
Janelle's a bad sis. I was scared to touch the book, but in some wild fit of broke bibliomania, her ass done picked it up and ran out the door with it. Damn! Ladies and gentlemen, the book has left the building! I was thinking, Oh my God! Do I sit here? Do I follow her?
One of those lectures my mom gave me when I was little came into my head. How if my friends stole Now and Laters from the corner store and I was with them, I'd go to jail, too. I can see us now, getting kicked out of college for this. Liberal politicians would use our dilemma as evidence of how unequal educational opportunities are: "They got kicked out of school for wanting to learn!" And can you imagine me telling my mom what I got kicked out of school for?
Oh my God, what do I do? Then reality kicked in. Um, do I want to be the only one sitting here when Joel comes back and sees his book is missing? I gotta have my girl's back. And I have to pass this class. Viva la Stolen Textbook! And an Educator's Edition, at that. Damn, I am so proud of Janelle. That's my girl!
Now that I'm home, and I realize we're probably not going to get caught, I'm a little jealous she has the textbook. I'm going to go to the other T.A.'s office hours tomorrow. Bet he got an Educator's Edition book, too. I'll be damned if Janelle gets better grades and special looks.
Posted June 13, 2003
No matter who you are, if you are in college you can relate to this book. It is a book of antics, but not the type concocted to make you laugh, they just do. I bought this book for a friend, started reading it and had to buy her another (there goes my dinner of the FANCY Ramen). Every entry I was saying either 'I've been there!' or 'Oh no! I hope that not around the corner!' This book should be handed out at orientation to prepare green student who have to adjust to the Oliver Twist inspired college life (for free, that is).Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 18, 2002
Angela wrote this book out of pure comedy. She described her life at a very low point and made her readers relate through the struggles of being dirt broke. This book is certainly a penny with a hole in it that is worth more than $4!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 29, 2002
This was a fun read. The first couple entries in her diary were a little dull, but then after that, it really made me laugh a lot and very much reminded me of the time in my life when I was a broke college student.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 8, 2002