I've developed a love-hate relationship with reselling my books at the end of the semester.

LOVE: Getting money.

HATE: I spent over 300 dollars for these stinking books, but I'm getting less than 50 back. And lugging them back when they won't buy them.

Good: (not having to do with textbooks) I think I'm going to get an A in history class. I've gotten back my last paper, and wheee, he liked it.