I feel like a wretched, good-for-naught owner upon laying my eyes on my Biochemistry book ruined, wrecked, destroyed and even lost some of its leaves. If only my piteous book could speak to me, no doubt it will utter such words:
”How irresponsible of you for allowing them to borrow me and get burned above the photocopier machine. That man handled me didn’t have any tinkle of compassion. He smashed my every leaf like I’m a worthless sinner. His filthy, black-tinged hands left my once-upon-a-time glossy pages some unforgettable stinky marks. How can you afford to see me like this?”
I can hear my book growl in misery. My answer to my book would perhaps sound like:
“Roskoski, dear, I am no irresponsible owner. I love you just the way I love Harper’s, Harrison, Guyton, Snell and the rest of you. There are just some reckless borrowers who didn’t seem to see how much I care for you. You see, you’re the most precious among them all because it is you whom they successively borrowed due to their immediate need of you. God grants victory to those who forgives.”
I don’t understand why they can’t buy their own copy when it won’t cost them thousands of bucks. Imagine, I guess I am the only student in the entire college who has Roskoski—the entire freshmen and most sophomores and juniors have it photocopied. (Most didn’t even ask for my permission). My point is, they can afford Schwartz, Nelson, Williams, Goodman and Gilman, etc., that cost them a couple of grand but why not Roskoski? It is one of the cheapest medical books.
Okay, I’m NOT stingy, just to make it clear. I have willingly and wholeheartedly let them borrow it because exams are due next week, but they should have been extra careful with it. I handed it to them new, shining and sparkling. It is returned raped, torn and unloved.
JUSTICE FOR ROSKOSKI!
