I'm a commuter (as I live only 15 minutes away from campus), but there's only one giant parking lot for the entire University (and it's a BIG University, around 10,000 students). I find myself circling around the lot like a rabid vulture looking for someone to pull out. Once it took me 35 minutes just to get an opening!
I've since decided to just go into the 1-hour parking spots. My classes are 50 minutes long, and the time it takes to walk to and from class exceeds the remaining 10, but I can usually cut it pretty close. I'm a part-time student with a job on the side, so I don't have to worry about big four-hours-of-class stretches.
It's funny, though -- earlier this year, I pulled up by the grass in the parking lot. I was REALLY getting frustrated at the crappy (lack of) parking spaces, and just pulled alongside another car already on the grass. Anyway, some girl there is walking around the lot, writing up tickets, and she spots me; wants me to move. I figure I'd better do what she says, spend about 15 additional minutes searching for a spot, find one, and head to class.
After my class ends, I notice the car that was on the grass is still there, but (of course) has a ticket in the windshield. Just for the heck of it, I take a look.
FIFTY big ones.
As if universities don't fleece us enough as it is.

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