Guilt and the Irony of Faculty/Staff Parking
I stole someone's parking spot today. I mean, not technically; the spots are first-come, first-served, but I know that I did and I'm not sure how I feel about it. Parking on campus is complicated. I think parking is always complicated, sometimes even in my own driveway. If I can get to work by 7:45 a.m., I can always park in Snively Lot. That's not its actual name, but it's what we call it because it's the lot next to the old Snively Ice Arena. Now that that's been converted to the student fitness center, most of the younger folk on campus don't even know the name Snively, but it's still what John and I call the lot. It's small, so it fills up fast, and it's always been the closest lot I knew of to our buildings. If I miss the 7:45 a.m. cutoff, I have to go to the Alumni Center to park. It's about a block further out, and a larger lot, so there's always parking there until 9 o'clock or so, unless there's an event going