Boxes and boxes of equipment, hauled up from the renovated language lab and its various closets, were lined up in front of the dumpster as the new stuff went in. Sean cast an eye over it, recognizing a fe things: old Apple cables, power cords, VGA connectors, and the like. Somebody had spent thousands of dollars collect the stuff, and it was all going out.

“You think I could take some of this?” one of the student assistants said.

Sean shook his head. “You know the rules. It’s state property until we throw it out, and there’s no dumpster diving allowed.”

The larger pieces of equipment were, at least, going back to Facilities, where they might possibly get a second life. But for just about everything else, this was the end of the line. Money wasted, and all because the university wasn’t allowed to sell “state property.”

Frankly, Sean half-hoped a dumpster diver would come along if only to lessen the waste. At a time when auditors in the state capitol were counting every penny for higher education, hoping to score political points by railing against the ivory tower, here they were putting treasure to trash.

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