Destroying thought in order to save it

Subject:	I reveal my nasty side
Time:	05:59 pm

Final note on my class this term, you know the one, the one where we were asked to read abhorrent business school books, the kind that sort of make you want to die, or at least gather all the MBAs into one room and lock and seal the room, without food or oxygen, until they turn on each other and begin thinning their ranks naturally.

Not that that sentence made any sense or was stylistically well-written or anything, but you can see how I'm not fond of the study of business, or the stereotypical individual who chooses this field. Don't get me wrong, I have many lovely friends who have business degrees, and friends who are considering it in the future. I'm just deeply ashamed of this aspect of their lives.

Anyway, I sold both books for the course for $5, which I was terribly pleased to get. Even though they're worth at least $25 retail, and I probably could have sold them for $10 anywhere. But I like to think that my financially reckless yet soul-pleasing action caused a little karmic grief for Michael Watkins.

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June 21st, 2005