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|Volume 68, Issue 4, Thursday,
August 29, 2002
Parking trials cause tardiness
I am 30 minutes late to my first class of the Fall Semester: an Opinion Writing class, of all things.
I have been looking forward to this class ever since the moment I saw
it in the course listings, but as soon as I enter for the first time I
In deep, interrupting shame I ask the professor for a copy of the syllabus already in the hands of my contemporaries.
Why am I so late for the first day of a class that I have been so preemptively
ready to kick butt in for such a long time? Did I oversleep because I
No, I'm 26, and my best partying days are behind me. Besides I'd like
to get my degree sometime before George P. Bush is a presidential
Was I held up by the annoying, seemingly endless Houston construction
blocking the Scott Street exit on 610 east? Yeah, that did hold me up a
I still managed to arrive at the student parking lot by 9:30. By anyone's
logic that should give an eager student with a mind ripe for absorbing
Perhaps I am naïve because this is my first semester back at the
University in several years, but my first thought as my oh-so-easy-to-park
In the 45 minutes it took me to find a parking spot, I was flipped off by my fellow students more times than a Red Sox fan at Yankee Stadium.
I saw scenes that one would perhaps expect to see if they ordered a
COPS UNCENSORED video at 3 a.m. but nothing that should be
I saw one particularly agitated student actually fly out of her vehicle and start pounding on the window of a newly parked pick-up truck.
It seems that the young lady was agitated because she felt she had seen the space first, thus in her mind at least, it was hers.
I could not hear the response from the terrified driver, but I am pretty
sure she threatened to call the police. The last thing I heard the angry
Several lifetimes, or minutes, later I forget which the sun had gotten to me.
After avoiding a few more near collisions with my fellow students turned
parking lot enemies, someone actually had the nerve to knock on my
I turned my head to the assailant with something close to murder in my eyes, and he said, "Dude, do you need a spot? I'm leaving."
I couldn't believe it. I was at a loss for words.
I simply gave him a thumbs up and chunked him the deuce as I pulled
in to a spot exactly on the opposite side of campus from where I needed
As I trudged the sweaty, sticky distance to the first day of the rest
of my college life, it took a few minutes for the road rage induced by
I formulated what I am sure my professor would have to concede is a very solid opinion of the parking situation at our fine campus.
It is both dangerous and unfair to have people that pay so much for
their right to park playing bumper cars just to get to class and not
The parking situation must be improved, or there will be chaos everyday, possibly leading to a tragic accident.
Until then, if you see me in the parking lot, don't be too shy to tell me "Hello."
I'll be the guy with the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth
because he fell asleep parking his car at 6 a.m. just so he could be
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