Natallia Nemes

I grew up living and hearing the same romantic story most young girls in America hear: watch Cinderella, become a member of the girl scouts, study hard in school, you can become Cinderella, meet the man of your dreams, fall in love, get a great job, have 2.5 babies and live in a cottage made out of gingerbread and candy canes.

So I studied my ass off, earned a double major in communication and Spanish "donde esta el vino?,"   Soon after graduating, reality set it.  There's no job waiting for you and the Prince Charming is a douchebag. So I did what most young, single people whose dreams are shattered do: I ignored it and partied my ass off.

All the years of schooling and diplomas couldn't have prepared me for the shit show that was mid 20s. In my late 20s, I realized I wasn't the only one who was broke and pissed.  Almost everyone my age felt the same way, fucked! At 28, I vowed to live life by my own rules and things started to change.

Class is now is session!