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Craigslist Connoisseur By Meghann Heinrich Children often go through phases. Some fall head-over-heels in love with dinosaurs or barbies, and I’ve met a few lovers of sharks and trains, but for me it was something far different. From ages 8-15, I was obsessed with Craigslist. I know this sounds alarming, so let me be the first to quell your fears and clarify that my mother sensibly put very strict parameters and time limits on my Craigslist-searching capabilities. That said, she couldn’t stop me from becoming the best deal hunter in the greater-Placerville area. My insatiable love of classifieds was born when I asked my mother why things at the dollar store cost more than a dollar. She gave me a rough breakdown of how sales tax works, leaving my 8-year-old self rather dis-

Hey Thanks! “Hey thanks visors for essentially being the hat version of a donut.” “Hey thanks royalty free music for being the music equivalent of a mediocre casserole at potluck. There are better alternatives, but you are free.” “Hey thanks sidewalk chalk for being the less edgy version of graffiti.”

gruntled as I learned that just because I had $5 I couldn’t buy five toys, as the store name implied. I asked her about Craigslist, and therein I found a beautiful place where the price stayed the same, or if you were lucky, could even be haggled down! I was on board. That night I asked my mom if we could look at Craigslist together, and thus a bargain hunter was born. Rarely did I have a specific item in mind; no, I preferred to read through the ads, mentally circle anything that piqued my interest and then go back and select the most intriguing items to pitch to my parents. I learned quickly that items like rats and birds were not high on my parents’ priority lists, but that did little to deter my passion for perusal. My mother, clever lady that she is, thought

she could convince me to give up my interest in bargain hunting by making me call those I wished to bargain with. What she didn’t count on was my enthusiasm for finding deals outweighing my fear of talking with strangers on the phone. I realized I had power as an 8-year-old Craigslist tycoon. I’d call the sellers and set up a time and place to meet; many of them would be confused and request to speak with an adult. I’d hand the phone to my mother who would sigh and confirm that I was, in fact, a bona fide buyer. When we would get to the appointed rendezvous spot, I’d march up and commence wheeling and dealing, and, as a child, I must say I had the edge. I could always talk them down in price, a skill that left my mother and the sellers somewhat baffled and a little sad.

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With some clever pitching I was able to negotiate the following Craigslist purchases: • An egg incubator. The pitch: I needed it for science. • Fertilized chicken eggs. The pitch: I needed them to go with my incubator, for science. • A feral cat. The pitch: a birthday present for my sister. • Four calves. The pitch: I need them so I could learn about cows and hard work. • A dirt bike. The pitch: a practical necessity that matched my spitfire personality. As you can see, my interests focused primarily on barnyard animals because those were the only things I could convince my parents to let me buy. As I grew older my interests

shifted, and Craigslist faded into a distant memory of another time. Then, at the beginning of school this year, my mother asked me to help her find a kitchen table and set of chairs to go in my apartment. Immediately I felt the power returning as I entered the all-too-familiar URL into my browser. As soon as that ill-designed home page popped up, I knew I was home.

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“Don’t ask me why I don’t have pants on. I don’t know.” - Professor Rodd Strobel, when he wore shorts on a cold day

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“And then Ellen White sent an email...” - Professor Pedrito Maynard-Reid “You lie like a sidewalk.” - Professor Nancy Semotiuk “Horses don’t believe in the democratic process.” - Professor Sherry Wachter explaining why horses don’t obey her “I am an honorary member of the Church of the Toad of Light.”

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- Professor Jim Nestler

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