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Money talks; not everyone knows the language

- Steve Bartlett The Deep End Steve Bartlett is an editor with SaltWire Network. He dives into the Deep End Mondays to escape reality and MasterCard bills. Reach him at steve. bartlett@thetelegra­m.com.

I was flush with cash.

Or at least it felt that way.

I had just started my first year of university and my student loan had arrived.

It was something like $2,300. Mom and Dad had already paid my tuition, with an understand­ing they’d get their money back once the good ship Student Aid came in.

But $2,300 was now sitting in the bank.

I was 19 and never had access to so much cash.

Cha-ching!

Surely, mom wouldn’t mind some pizzas.

Or a few cases of beer.

Or if I took a taxi and ate at some nice restaurant­s and not the residence dining hall, which was already paid for.

Within two weeks, I also had the best pair of Nike cross-trainers to be found, plus a cool tracksuit and some clothes emblazoned with the name of my residence, Doyle House.

And I was caught up on all the latest movies … and I was almost broke.

The money I owed my parents was gone; as was most of the cash I was supposed to live on for the rest of the semester.

There were five or six weeks left. To top it off, I had gained 10 or 15 pounds, and I was behind in my studies, with terrible marks to boot.

My first foray into living away from my parents was a train wreck.

I was being a carefree, selfish, financiall­y illiterate idiot.

My folks weren’t too impressed. They ran small businesses – service stations, then an auto salvage yard – throughout my childhood.

Their efforts provided us with a good life, but they worked very, very, very hard for every cent.

My dad would come home from work completely exhausted.

And here I was not working hard at anything and blowing his money.

Cash was tight for the rest of the semester.

As a 19-year-old university student, I was trying to stretch $20 or $30 over a week — what Mom would deposit in my account Friday afternoons.

It was budgetary baptism by fire; a huge life lesson learned the hard way.

Since then, I’ve always felt financial literacy should have been part of my grade school education. I can’t remember spending any time on it whatsoever, but then again, I wasn’t the most attentive student.

Money matters – personal debt, interest rates, etc. – are taught more these days, but Canadians now owe $1.68 of debt for every dollar earned, so I’d argue it needs to be an even bigger component of the curriculum.

It’s too late once a kid leaves the nest and moves on to higher education or the workforce. Take it from someone who wasn’t ready to fly.

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