Parking Spots new fronts in campus war

One of the great issues that plagues the students of this campus is undoubtedly the parking situation. Each morning begins the same with the added incentive of waking up a half-hour earlier than necessary so as to find our own little plot of vehicular haven.
You had better have your early morning coffee in hand when setting forth to fight in the parking space wars on campus, because it doesn’t matter who you’re up against. Friend or foe, colleague or roommate, it’s survival of the fittest.
There are a select amount of spots on campus that are known to few and thereby more likely to be open at the busy hours of the day. I dare not list these locations, lest they become widely known and consequently overrun. Other students are similarly, if not more protective of their knowledge of secret places for their automobiles. Indeed, more protective than surfers and their hidden surf spots.  I have a little secret of my own; it’s a white-lined rectangle that is always open for me, if I only get to campus before 9 a.m.
A working knowledge of parking on-campus comes with time, persistence and trial and error, not to mention a few very expensive parking tickets. Seeing that little envelope flapping in the wind beneath your windshield wipers conjures up so much anger and animosity that such emotions could rival those aroused from listening to Tiger Woods and his inarticulate pleas for forgiveness.
The lengths to which people are willing to go in order to park atop this hill are reminiscent of a car chase in a Bond movie. Valiant efforts to acquire a spot on top of our mountain are soon quashed after multiple failed attempts. With heads cast down, students are forced to retreat to the West Lot, compelled to rely on those ridiculously full trams to get them to their final destinations.
Sill, the tram is not all that horrendous of a predicament. The enjoyment of each other’s company is not only very European, but it’s also a pleasant way to start the school day. We could, of course, ride our bikes to school. And, though the climb up the hill is grueling, the descent back down is an adrenaline-packed rush. Granted, you may be a little sweaty for your first class, but those endorphins will make you one happy individual.
It is a little frustrating to try to understanding why we pay such high tuition, only to be preventd from finding a spot on-campus. Our science professors should really look into teleportation, so we no longer have to deal with this foolishness over specially designated parking spots.
But, perhaps this issue, and our struggles to overcome it, is a testament to how much we appreciate our USD educations. Just watch out for those fender benders; they’re a lot more expensive to repair than you would expect.