Ah, I love to travel back in time.
Rick's posts remind me of Book Store day in High School, list of required books in hand, money provided grudgingly by mom.
"Do you want a new or used one?" Asked the Book Store worker. Uh, used, please. The used were much more entertaining anyway, margin notes and doodles and such. I guess they didn't change books every year back then.
I never got to work the Book Store. Thought those kids must have had connections. I was an office monitor for one period one year; it was air-conditioned, the only room in the whole school that was, so that was great. The Business Practice teacher assigned me to assist the Band Director. One of the few things I was good at, typing. For the Band Director I typed mailing labels, endlessly, day after day.
Business Practice class: Typing, Shorthand, and Bookkeeping. Remember Shorthand? Never used it. I couldn't tell you one character today.
Mom gave me enough money to buy lunch every day. She never knew I only bought a Coke and one of those little dixie cups of vanilla ice cream, made a Coke float, pocketed the rest of the money. Yeah!
Then on to higher education. And those books. Talk about sticker shock.
And, yes, as Mark said, we turned the books in at year end. Don't recall getting a refund. Hmm.
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