Living On the Cheap"Excellent Dumpling House"
by Bill Kerr
We had about six angry Chinese immigrants screaming at each other and us in Cantonese. The Second our plates arrived, the check slid across the table with a flick of the wrist from our brow-furrowed waitress. I had ordered beef with broccoli over rice for $4.30, which came with hot and sour soup and a fried dumpling on the side, and was out the door in 15 minutes 
"Grand Sample Station"
By Rachel Winters I arrived in Manhattan to begin graduate school with the insane illusion that I was superwoman. The terribly delusional part was that I made my financial plans accordingly. I believed I was capable of juggling life as a full-time student along with a serious long-distance relationship with a surgical medical resident and a lucrative job bar tending at an exclusive Chelsea martini lounge.
"Non-Deluxe Bus" By Cynthia Allen
I knew my life as a graduate student would involve penny pinching. Like my fellow students, it is a rite of passage to search for the cheapest rent, food, books and anything else I need to navigate through the NYU journalism program. Unlike most of my peers, however, I don’t live full-time in New York City. I make the trek almost weekly to my home—and my husband—in Alexandria, Virginia, about five miles outside of Washington, DC.