“I made a bad business decision. I understand that now,” an anonymous* student** says, of the six months’ food money she spent this week on airplane tickets, tequila, sunscreen, Mexican-jail-bribe money and large amounts of cocaine (“as a joke!” she insists, rolling her eyes).
“I am an institution! In my hall, in my study groups, in my sorority,” she says of her parents’ choice not to increase her spending money. She feels she is too important to be broke.
“My brokeness will resonate within the community. Most specifically, traffic tickets, Yogurtland and the 9-0 will suffer,” she intones, head held high. “Don’t come here when they’re begging for relief.”
*She has promised me lots of money to keep her anonymous.
**Active partier but has not yet passed a class.
