I'm home for Christmas break, as most of you know. Well, today, I discovered that somebody stole $35 from my purse. Someone had gone through my things earlier this week, but I didn't think anything of it. I just thought that perhaps I had knocked something over when I got up that morning. However, now I doubt that.
Now, I know that $35 isn't such a big deal in the grand scheme of things. But look at it this way--that's approximately 1/4 of my bank account. I am a poor college student, after all. I had been planning to treat my sister to lunch before I went back to school.
My foster parents gave me the money I lost--but that's not the point. I shouldn't have to hide my purse so that some thieving teenager can't get to it.
God, I hate people sometimes.