The past few days have been manic, as Freshers' Week brings lots of Societies Fayres and the annual drive to recruit fresh blood to my local society/radio station. On Wednesday I spent some time in the studio before being booted over to the main societies fayre to do a lot of talking for four hours, and on the Thursday I spent five hours in the studio answering questions from the people who actually bothered to turn up.
Today was my own uni's fayre, so I took a break from manning the stall to browsing the others, whoring for freebies. I walked away with, among other things, a free popcorn maker. I was entitled to this large freebie because I signed up for a student credit card.
Yes, a credit card. My first.
My reasons for applying for a credit card are simple; some web sites don't accept my debit card, and I don't want to keep borrowing my folks' credit cards when I have money in the bank and the option of having my own card. It'll never leave the house, so there's no real security risk, and I'll never spend more than I can afford.
I know people make such promises and break them almost immediately, but I've never truly been in debt before and I don't particularly want to start any time soon.