For some of you it represents a golden opportunity to steal from the poor [students]. For others, it's a reminder of how unfettered capitalism makes it hard not only for the poor to attain things, but to keep the few things they have attained.
I've had both experiences. An example of the first would be my current bed. I got both the mattress and the box spring off the street last year. Twas a terrible slumber nest the first several nights, but after I bought a bed mat at Target for $10, snoozing became plentiful, accompanied by sweet dreams in which I spent the money Hippie Christmas had saved me.
The holiday can also bring tragedy.
For instance, my beer pong table. After three years of loyal service to various friends and me, the table upon which I type gazes into an uncertain future. My roomie and I bought the 3 by 12 plank of wood at Menard's amidst the excitement of moving into our first house at 37 N. Brooks. Transporting the board home in his Saturn wasn't easy I sat in the back seat, keeping the board steady as it extended out the window of the passenger seat as well as the back window behind the driver's seat.
Could I move it? Perhaps. However, I am moving into small quarters, with a roommate, whose title, "girlfriend," implies a certain amount of influence over furniture decisions.
Things that are easier to transport, such as my Barry Goldwater poster, will not perish.