By Jack Russo This was the fifth time I stared into the hopeless piece of paper: “Has not taken treasurers exam,” it read. The open wrath I had unleashed on the S.A. office on previous occasions didn’t seem worth the hot air anymore. My crusade was over. For the prior month and a half I had played a game of legal ping-pong with the S.A treasurers office. I had bought pizza for my group’s GIM…
The Last Refuge of Scholars