Well throughout the first week when my roommate and I went to eat together, I would get double of everything. I asked him if he noticed that. He said something to the line that athletes got twice as much. I thought it was odd there would be such favoritism, but I shrugged it off as it was something that must have been arranged by the coaches. I didn't care I was getting twice the food.
About halfway through the semester, when I would go by myself or with my girlfriend, the cafeteria ladies assumed I was in the football program because, at that point, I was as big as a linebacker. I never told them I wasn't and figured if they ever said anything, I would just play dumb.
Let's say I gained some weight in college."
"My job through my first year of university really paid off for me. My dad's best friend, Cheryl, was the head of a 24/7 department where on most weekends they'd have only a single person rostered on. I was chatting to my Dad about getting a job after high school that I could keep doing through university, and so he went and talked to Cheryl about it.
My Dad had run his own companies for decades, so he knew employment law fairly well, and point out to Cheryl that it's actually illegal (under Work Health and Safety laws) to have a single person working in that sort of environment. So suddenly there were three to four 12 hour shifts that needed filling every weekend in her department, and none of the current staff had any interest in doing.
My friends and I were quickly drafted in for emergency training and put onto weekends in this fairly professional environment that paid very well for a no qualification job. Not only that, but you get 1.5x pay on Saturdays and 2x pay on Sundays here in Australia, so our base rate of $24 an hour (this was in 2003 for reference) turned into 12 hours shifts of $36-$48 an hour.
So my friends and I would earn $400-$600 a week for 12 hours of work, which was mostly sitting around answering a few phone calls (maybe 5 over the whole 12 hours), pack a box or two, and study the rest of the time (or browse the internet in my case, I wasn't a great student).
Brofist to my Dad for pointing that one out to Cheryl."
"A few car companies give gift cards for test drives. It is usually one per household. I would sign up for a test drive and they would email me a form. You take the form to a dealership and have them give you their dealer code.
I went to the dealership and I told them that I really couldn't afford a new car and just wanted the gift card. I even told them I was willing to pay for wasting their time and gas. While they talked to the manager, I gathered business cards that were all lined up by a receptionist. They gave me the form and I filled it out with no problem, and schemed up a plan to get an even bigger bang for my buck, without spending any bucks at all!