textbook racket

i swear to god, i started out happy. i had just registered my little crew, so we're on the official roster and we count as a real club, and written a little blurb that the prospies will see (oh god, that might be in em's materials! that would be so cool!). i was feeling good. i looked around at the Hillel SuperJews fliers, and the WSLC so you wanna be a DJ? desperation fliers, and i was thinking, damn, i like being in college. we have our own government, our own everything, this is a very nice oasis we've got here.

then i went to the place where they take my fucking money. the fucking bookstore. i know this particular shitty thing is not really much in SLC's control. i'm not sure exactly how the bookstore thing works - i know it's not completely farmed out like food contracts, because they hire kids, but it's all EFollet this and EFollet that. so what's up? anyway, forgive me if i blame SLC overly-much. it's the fucking system, man.

it was kind of hilarious actually. for those of you unfamiliar with SLC geography, there's a little gate and road that are the main entrance on campus. to one side is the pub, with the ONLY ATM on campus, on the other side is maccracken, an immense building that houses the bookstore in the basement. today, i literally exited the bookstore (sans books), crossed the road to the ATM, emerged with a fistful of money, and returned to the bookstore to hand over said fistful (all of it). for two fucking spanish workbooks. used. their total came to $98.32. you know, in lots of cultures you more or less have to be bilingual. you just learn. but i wasn't raised that way, so my parents are paying for a class and i am paying for the fucking textbooks to learn something that should and could be fucking innnate. goddamnit.