How Much Money do You Have in the Bank?

It's possible, assuming you don't mind working 20 hours a week whilst in education.

I think I had around that by my 18th birthday.

TIP: standing orders become almost vital for saving.

Had about 900 but had to buy a laptop for uni. Now I have about 250...it's slowly coming back up. Btw does anyone know what the best savings account is?

About £1,500 I think, and I'm 19. I want to go on holiday at the end of this year though so some of that will likely be spent, but you only live once and money is for spending, not hoarding

£30,000 - First year of Uni. I'm 23.

Well done to you. How did you manage to save up so much?

Thanks!

Working Full time managed to contribute around 17k of that (That was for 2 years)the rest is working part time during studies.

-£1,800. £200 of my overdraft to last until Feb. Sweet. And that's not including the £500 on my credit card...

Just checked and I have £18,393 I'm 15.

Sad times all round then.

How did you accrue such wealth at a young age?

The details of my life are quite inconsequential ... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament ... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon ... luge lessons ... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets ... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking ... I suggest you try it.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential ... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament ... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon ... luge lessons ... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets ... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking ... I suggest you try it.