See normally, I
slam my textbooks against the wall when I'm done taking the
final exam in a class to signal that the class is over and I will never use that textbook again. Occasionally, if the class was a real stinker, I'd throw it out the window of my
second floor room as a final "
Fuck you!". That always worked pretty well in
high school, because you had to actually return the textbooks on the last day of classes.
But then came
college, and then came
college physics. In college, as I'm sure most of you know, you get to
sell back your textbooks at the
end of the semester and get some
cash back. Our bookstores are usually pretty good about it, giving up to 66% of the
list price. One semester, though, they made the mistake of saying that they'd give you *some* money back, regardless of the condition of the book.
Well,
physics and I never quite got along, and after struggling to get a "D" I decided some
retribution was in order. I stole a big
metal tray from the
kitchen, went out to the
parking lot, and did a
tribal dance around the textbook with a few buddies in my
frat while dousing it with
lighter fluid. Then, the big moment, as we all threw
lit matches on the tray at once and watched the textbook
explode in a fireball of equations and lemmas. I then put the
charred remains in a
ziploc bag, walked over to the bookstore, and sold it back for a
penny. I may have lost thirty bucks or so doing it, but it was definitely worth it to
incinerate that damn book and see the look on the
cashier's face when I proudly handed her the bag.