Why I use an ancient phone: a tale of money and things.

In September of 2012, with a UPS tracking number in hand, I excitedly walked into the office of Housing Services at the University of Lethbridge. A few weeks earlier, I had moved into the student residence at the university and started my first year of postsecondary education. I discovered that when ordering packages, this office was the final destination, thus the reason for which I was charging into the office to try and retrieve my precious cargo. Names were exchanged, recent deliveries were rummaged through, and a box emerged. […]

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