Bills + Budget +
Broke-ish
Broke-ish
I come each month, sometimes by email. Ignore me, and your credit score might wail. What am I?
A bill.
I take only minutes, but calm your brain’s roar. Inhale, exhale — that’s my core. What am I?
Deep breathing or meditation.
I arrive the night before a big deadline. I’m powered by caffeine, panic, and false confidence. What am I?
All-nighter
I’m the smell of candles and clean sheets — adulthood’s starter pack.
Doing laundry.
I live in your backpack and haunt your dreams. You read me once, forget me twice, then panic when there’s a quiz. What am I?
The syllabus.
I track your spending, income, and debt — though sometimes I’m more “theoretical” than “set.” What am I?
A budget.
I’m invisible but powerful, you lose me when you’re drained. You refill me by rest, joy, or being un-strained. What am I?
Energy.
I can make or break your semester — I track assignments, send alerts, and occasionally gaslight you with red exclamation marks. What am I?
D2L
I take time and intention — not streaks or likes, but check-ins, kindness, and shared silence. What am I?
Real friends/friendship.
I’m invisible but real, measured in hours you can’t see. Skip too much of me, and your GPA will flee. What am I?
Class attendance/seat-time
When you buy something you can’t afford and later regret, I’m the emotion that comes to collect. What am I?
Buyer’s remorse.
Some think I’m lazy, but I’m actually wise — your body demands me to reset and rise. What am I?
Sleep.
You say you’ll just “rest your eyes” for five minutes and wake up two hours later wondering what year it is. What am I?
A nap gone wrong.
I don’t make noise, but I scream maturity — I’m groceries in reusable bags and a balanced calendar. What am I?
Adulting
I don’t cost money, but I require discipline. Ignore me, and you’ll end up with chaos instead of calm. What am I?
Time management.
You can use me to pay, but I charge for the favor. Use me too often, and your future you won’t savor. What am I?
A credit card.
I come in many forms: music, journaling, or memes. Without me, burnout destroys your dreams. What am I?
Self-care.
I’m the day between classes and finals when no new content is taught, but professors hold office hours for help and prep. What am I?
Study Day (also known as Dead Day / Dead Week).
I promise collaboration, but deliver chaos. I teach communication, patience, and trust issues. What am I?
Group projects.
I’m the skill of asking for help before disaster strikes — professors, advisors, tutors — we like it when you do! What am I?
Self-advocacy.
Acceptable: attending office hours, making a counseling appointment, going to the Academic Success Office
I’m the invisible number that decides your financial fate — pay late and I drop, pay on time and I elevate. What am I?
A credit score.
You can’t pour from me when I’m empty, they say — I’m the invisible act of putting you first today. What am I?
Setting boundaries.
I’m the invisible pressure that whispers, “You should be doing more,” even when you’re maxed out. I come from grades, social media, and the myth of perfection. What am I?
Burnout (or academic pressure).
’m the secret skill teachers need most — saying no, without guilt.
Boundaries.
I’m the secret sauce of success — I combine sleep, communication, boundaries, and laughter. When I’m off-balance, everything falls apart. What am I?
Work-life balance.