After leaving one of my finals today, I headed over to the bookstore to try to sell back my statistics book. I spent over $140 on the damn used book, and this broad behind the counter tries to give me $5, simply because there will be a new edition next semester. Really? I bet you that if I did give her that freaking book for that stupid five bucks, they still would’ve sold it for over 100. Then I started thinking about how much money I’ve wasted on books that I never read on things that I will never do when I graduate. So much for living the dream.