The semester is coming to a close. The collective stress of the campus is reaching a powerful crescendo. I can virtually feel the cries of somber students as they sacrifice their basic bodily functions for the sake of grades, as do I.
If there’s one thing that remains rather constant, it’s the parking. UMBC is notorious for its parking, which is more conducive to being a blood sport than anything else.
I would describe it as a million vultures attempting to feast on the carcass of a single rabbit. The scarcity of spaces and huge number of cars turns the mundane act of parking into a melee.
At Walker Avenue Apartments, there is an unwritten rule that if you leave campus to run errands that when you return someone will have definitely taken your space. It is as inevitable as death and taxes.
I remember several occasions where I would leave to grab something at the nearby Giant only to return to find my former space occupied within ten minutes.
I imagine that after someone leaves, a scout hidden in the bushes informs other drivers that a space is open and that an intense scramble for that small space breaks out. I would not at all be surprised if someone died over it.
Perhaps someday, I’ll come in and start selling a space, something tells me that could be quite profitable.
