It’s the end of the semester, and you know what that means: It’s time to get screwed over by the VCU Bookstore! So I spent $400 on textbooks back in January. Today I went down to VCU and got a whopping $13.50 back in resale value. Half of my books wouldn’t be taken back because they’re proprietary, custom VCU books that have no value once used because they change every year. I have a big problem with that. That’s just ridiculous. I spent more money than that on cheese pies yesterday at the Lebanese Food Festival. I probably spent more than that getting my Xterra down there to the VCU Bookstore and back. Textbooks are a royal ripoff. Students such as myself are getting nothing short of scammed. It’s infuriating.
So much truth it hurts. Not to mention it’s a rock in the rising stream that is inflation. Hell, even the Dollar Tree is $1.25 now. But the old standby Costco hot dog? Forever a buck fifty and I’m here for it.
I’m not saying I’m necessarily an Elon Musk fan, but could he do any worse as owner? It’s a social behemoth past its prime thanks to self-inflicted wounds but still enjoys an outsized social cachet since tweets are often referenced in the media–and it’s the de-facto town square.