Parking no picnic
The biggest gripe in my back to school experience
is, by far, the parking situation.
The relentless pursuit to find a place
to put my car where it wonít cost a $25 ticket or make me sweat has become
a source of frustration that I never even knew existed.
Tina Dhamija
It used to be, last semester, that when
worst came to worst, I could always count on snagging one of those sorry
spaces on the top floor of the parking structure.
Now, even scoring one of those spots has
come to embody the makings of a miracle that only the parking god itself
can produce.
After griping about my first week parking
woes to my fellow students, it all came down to one sorry, sad fact; parking
is gonna be hell until people get their schedules together and/or drop-out.
In the meanwhile I will have to continue
to drive from lot to lot and burn up my ridiculously over-priced gas. I
will also have to continue in the war against my fellow students to find
a place to park until the parking god comes down from above the turmoil
of frustrated students, blaring stereos, rude gestures and shines its heavenly
light on the spot where my car can be situated until my day is through.
If you are thinking about dropping out,
do it now so the rest of us can find some place to park.
Tina Dhamija is a journalism major. |