The first time the concept of money hit me

I was the class treasurer in ACJC. On one particular month, I had to collect $50.00 from my classmates to pay for the upkeep of the school swimming pool and printing of lecture notes.

With something like $1500.00 worth of cold hard cash in my hands, I couldn’t, for the first time ever, wrap my head around the fact that everyone’s lives are spent fighting for pieces of paper. I just couldn’t…