OPINION: Reading in a time of catastrophe
(08/22/20 11:00am)
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Editor’s Note: The views and opinions expressed in this article do not reflect those of The Collegian. This editorial contains spoilers.
As the spring 2013 semester draws to a close, students consider their options for selling back textbooks.
A website created by a group of Richmond students for peers to buy and sell textbooks is expanding to include other campuses.
In eight days, four people stole more than $5,000 in textbooks from the campus bookstore to buy heroin, campus police said.
My candid professor spoke unequivocally of the tacit edicts of those involved in the college textbook racket. The listed price of the latest edition of the textbook for his class was nearly four times the used listed price of the penultimate edition.
The textbook affordability crisis at the university bookstore has caused students to go elsewhere to purchase their books.
Once upon a time, there was a mystical, magical land where beer grew on trees, boys only wore pants and bowties that looked like the Easter bunny threw up on them and textbooks, cigarettes, microwaveable burritos, alcoholic beverages and other pleasantries could be purchased with special currency that magically refilled itself each semester (or with one desperate call to Mom).
Picture this: You've overslept for your 8:15 a.m. class because you stayed up all night with your roommate who couldn't stop dry-heaving because she wanted to be a bumblebee for Halloween, but "that whore Stephanie" just HAD to go out and buy the costume that she wanted even though Stephanie KNOWS your roommate looks better in horizontal stripes.
When a difficult test is coming up in a particular class, the scenario is always the same: You and your fellow classmates are speckled across various locations conducive to studying on campus, with books spread out and eyes anchored down to pages.
Disclaimer: I am president of a campus ministry that is funded by the Virginia Baptist Mission Board, which is a partner organization with the Virginia Baptist Historical Society.
Greed. Lust. Envy. Wrath. Laziness. Pride. Gluttony. But wait, one is missing. It's that dirty, nine-letter word many of us here at Richmond are fighting 'til the death.