Out of interest what would turning $5 into $20k at around 1989 be equivalent to today and how many classmates did you have?
I haven't done inflation calculations YET but that is a very good question.
Allow me to share some fun and amazing details of the school I went to and the candy trade I went into. I think you'll find it entertaining and amusing. If not, I apologize.
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Also, I hope this is in some way inspiring.
I went to a high school of about 1,100 students. There were a couple of neat factors that worked out for me to do very well in the candy business.
1. The school was very long and narrow - only one main hall. I could set up in between classes in several potential locations where students HAD to pass by - they'd always see me. What would you call that - a captive market? I don't know my terminology.
2. It was a closed-campus. Students were strictly forbidden to leave for lunch or snacks. The vending machines were ridiculously expensive. Cafeteria food (desserts - my main in-house threat) were terrible. Therefore, I was the only option for reasonably priced goods.
3. It really was like the drug trade. I had students who were addicted to candy. They'd hand me a $10, and if I was slow getting them change, they'd just say "You know what - just remember I gave you the $10, and give me one candy bar for each of the next 20 days."...
"Um... no .. problem. You got it." (I eventually had a friend help me with the credit account book-keeping). I still have his green spiral notebook as a souvenir.) I mean, kids were blowing their LUNCH money to buy from me. They were spending LAB fees to buy from me. If they had cash, and they saw that shiny goody bag coming their way, odds are the cash went into my pocket. Eventually I had to refuse business to a guy because candy was ALL he was eating. I felt terrible - he was so overweight and I knew I was a partial contributor.
It took just under three years to convert the $5 to $20k. It didn't happen overnight, but profits DID come in consistently. I was up to $25 in the first week. The fact I quintupled my money in a week is what got me starry-eyed and made me think I was on to something. The main factor in ensuring I was maximizing my profits was to expand what I carried. Eventually I had 24 varieties of candy bars, 7 kinds of gum, and a brand of suckers that everyone loved which had a 340% profit margin. (2,500+ % if I could snag them on post-Halloween sales.) I had to learn bizarre trends, though. Did you know high-school students prefer minty-flavored items 300% more often between the months of November and February? I sure didn't... at first. Cinnamon is the least-preferred of any of the common flavors of gum. In the early 90's, a quarter was the most likely amount of money a student could be quickly convinced to part ways with. Not 30 cents. Not a dime... a quarter. Trends like that...
I also developed good upper-body strength - I had to carry a heavy bag that had specially-designed interiors to keep things cool on a hot day.
My senior year, the school made me quit doing it. They said that I was getting in the way of all of the fundraiser efforts of various student groups. (You know - where they go around selling the generic candy bars so they could go on field trips.) I was furious. My dad was in tears he was laughing so hard when I came home to moan about it. I even remember telling the assistant-principal "Maybe the student groups should learn to get their hands on a product they can actually move?" (Those were my exact words.) She was not at all pleased with that comment. I was not at all pleased with the huge opportunity loss my senior year. Word was passed down to all the teachers that they would be in big trouble if they continued to let me "deal" in class.
C'est la vie. I think the learning experience was worth just as much as the profits.
One other thing you might get a kick out of. I was (and am) a computer nerd my whole life. About 1992, as my candy business was dying due to "new regulations", I got a new PC and discovered this thing called "Microsoft Windows." I could tell it was going to be how everyone would want to interact with a computer over the coming years. I asked my dad what I should do if I was a big believer in an idea or product. I mean, I was NUTS about this idea. He told me a little more about the stock market, and said I should buy some stock in any company that I expected to do well because of an amazing product or idea. So I took about eight grand of my earnings (I have no idea how I picked that number), and asked my dad to help me figure out how to "invest in Microsoft". He thought I was crazy, but he was a Fidelity customer, so he got on the phone with a rep where I could listen in, and he started an account for me. I think it might have been a special custodial account or something - I was under 18. As a kid, for whatever reason, I was fully prepared that I might lose the whole chunk. It was "no big deal". My dad kept emphasizing that over and over - I could lose it all. "You sure you want to do this bud?" But part of me just HAD to do it. I couldn't get over this whole notion of using a mouse to move around a graphical screen. I kept telling my parents "This is what will help make computers less confusing to the rest of the world. Everyone will want one after they try this!"
I bought just over $8,000 of MSFT at age 17 and held on to it through my college career. I cackled with glee as I saw 68 computer labs open up on my campus, each with around 30-35 PCs running... Microsoft Windows. I started seeing commercials for Microsoft. Everyone now knew who they were. In 1999, I was old enough to look around at the tech bubble and say "This is kind of ridiculous." I had split multiple times, did the math, and decided to cash out. A few hours after the sale went through, my dad taught me about this concept I needed to be aware of called 'long term capital gains'. I think it's at that point when I became a republican without knowing it.
🙂 But during that conversation, a moment of Zen broke through...
The fairly hefty cash balance I was looking at was originally born from.... five dollars and a kid with a bag of bubble gum who wanted to try to make some money.
Take from this story what you will. And thanks for all the advice. Please keep it coming.