My college education was earned one dime at a time.
I was fortunate to be able to attend the university on an academic scholarship supplemented with a government grant. In turn, this was supplemented by my father’s paycheck already stretched to support a family of seven kids. This allowed me to stay at home and use the family car to travel to and from school. Free breakfast and dinner were also part of the package.
Although I never asked, I know things must have been rough for my parents as they raised their many offspring. I am sure, as the days built toward the next paycheck, they were living on their own mere handful of dimes as well.
College was so different in the late seventies and early eighties - certainly nothing like it is today. There were no computers, so all papers had to be constructed on old-school typewriters. These had no “delete” buttons, only messy correction fluid and correction tape. To cut, copy and paste, one literally had to yank out the working draft and start all over. Adding footnotes and page numbers was a nightmare as the typist needed to estimate the amount of space needed at the bottom of the page and continue carefully with the body of the text. Messing up resulted in yanking the paper again from the roller and perhaps saying a few choice words in doing so....