Dear Doolino, it’s spring — point me to green!

Dear Doolino, 

I am simply broke after blowing all of my father’s – I mean, all of my money on campus shenanigans (and a quick spring break trip to the Maldives). To make matters worse, my dad is following in Emory University’s footsteps after the new campus budget cuts by cutting off my allowance! How will I spend thousands of dollars per month on Ubers to Maggie’s Neighborhood Bar, Tongue and Groove and the Jimmy John’s down the street? Oh, Doolino, what do I do?

From, Broke Beau

Dear Broke Beau,

Upon reflecting on your troubles, my mind is drawn to the word “class” — it is a funny word, isn’t it? Presumably, you attend…