New Landmark Located on Campus; The BBC Pothole

Editor-In-Chief

   When I came back to college in August, I paid money for a parking permit just like everyone else who attends the University of Arkansas at Monticello. My question is, “Why pay for a permit to legally park on campus when there isn’t anywhere to actually park?

   Granted my first class, begins at 10 a.m., but in the past I’ve had classes, which began at 8 a.m. and still there were no parking spots to be found. It doesn’t matter if you show up at 7 a.m. Guess what? You got it! No parking places.

   No matter where you look, whether it’s the parking lot next to the Babin Business Center, behind Royer Hall or next to the Fine Arts Building, there is nothing!

   Now, with the fact there are no parking spots, in comes the people who stop in the middle of the road waiting on someone to come out. Why not just drive around until you see them in front of the building? Please don’t congest the traffic of people in needless search of a place to park their car.

   Recently, while on my hunt for a parking place, I came upon a pothole. I must say this scared me bad enough to pee my pants. Here I am, driving slowly hoping someone will sacrifice their parking spot for a poor soul needing to get to class on time, when BAM! My front tire hits this Grand Canyon with enough force to propel from my seat.

   Warning! This hole is on the road right in front of the BBC!

   Then, there are those of us who finally do find a parking spot and decide to walk across campus. I have found this to be the most deadly of situations. I say this because some students find it handy to text message or play with their Bluetooth while driving 50 mph. They’re not paying any attention to the tired pedestrians walking across the street.

   My experience with this came when walking across the street in front of the Memorial Classroom Building. There I stood watching for traffic and seen no cars coming from any direction. I proceeded across the street when a muddy phantom truck came barreling past my legs spraying nasty rain water all over the back of my clothes. Sad thing is I don’t think the dude ever seen me!

   To conclude my general bitchings, I suppose I will continue to drive around campus burning up gas I can’t afford to find a parking place. I feel the need to seriously warn those walking across campus to proceed cautiously when crossing the road. I will from now on drive half the speed of smell in order to possibly deter the holes, which could swallow my car whole. I guess there is some good to this whole nonsense.

   If my car happens to be swallowed whole, then I won’t need a parking place! If I am hit by some fool texting, I won’t need to walk and if I have to sit behind someone waiting for their friend to come out, then I will simply scream out the window, “Move!” 

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