Archive for the ‘Rant’ Category
Tired Already?
Yeah, I am. Kinda sucks. Trying to get back into the groove of being a student. A student! Wow. Not an employee anymore. I can’t leave my work at home, I have to sit down after class and do it. So…bizarre.
The parking at UH absolutely chokes on a bag of dicks. My CivPro class doesn’t start until 1030am, so I leave my apartment at 930. Traffic is all right, so I get to UH at around 950. Great, because I have to go to the library to print something out for LRW.
(Because my printer is dead. Absolutely kicked the fucking printer bucket, bought the printer farm, went to the printer heaven in the sky. You get the idea. Epsons, by the way, kinda suck. Or at least mine did; I had that clunky thing for four years. Time for a new one. You win, Printer Cabal. For now.)
So I cruise through the parking lot in front of the law school…and of course there is no parking. Plenty of faculty parking, of course; those metaphorically-verdant fields of spaces just beckon to poor, maligned students to park there. I don’t think UHLC even HAS the faculty to fill that lot. Bah.
I then sidle on over to an adjacent lot. Still nothing. Still a faculty lot there that is mostly empty, about three cars there, with myriad empty spaces. Bah again.
I finally end up parking in an obscure and far-away spot in the music building area because, hey, I hate myself and want to lug my shit in 95 degree weather. On the small plus side, I basically stumbled upon the spot in which I parked. In fact, I actually said “Mine!” out loud when I saw it. As if those other greedy bastards around me could hear.
Bad form, UH. Let’s work on the parking situation some. Start knocking down the shit in the Third Ward, put in some structures and more busses. Let’s get it together. This might be why you’re having trouble keeping people on campus, because there is nowhere to park.
As an administrative point, on my blog here I will be referring to my professors as “Prof (Subject),” to preserve some small level of anonymity. You could probably figure it out if you were so inclined, but I’m banking on the fact that you ain’t so inclined.
Life continues tomorrow, natch.
