Parking on campus:
Parking passes cost a pretty hefty fee to purchase. With the price of tuition, books and food, the parking pass is just one more overpriced thing added to the list. I just don’t understand why I have to pay 240 bucks to drive around a parking garage looking for a spot for twenty minutes. Nothing’s worse then slowly following someone to their car, when all they’re doing is grabbing something out of their trunk. People are late to class every day because of parking and it’s absurd. They’re constructing all of these new dorms and buildings for the growing population of Towson, but where is everyone supposed to park? I’m sure the “Towson Plan” for 2030 has some new parking garage being built. What about the students who have to deal with it now?
Awkward moments:
Nothing like the mornings when you run into the random hook up from the other night or past semesters. It happens to everyone, and no one can avoid it. Do you go for the fake text or fake call? Or do you accept the awkwardness and say what’s up? Not saying I hook up with a lot of girls, but this awkward moment has definitely happened a few times in my college career. I’ve finally learned my lesson to avoid THB at all costs on Saturday morning. It’s a complete war zone in there when it comes to awkward situations. On a different note, what’s the deal with the awkward steps in front of the Union? I don’t care how awesome you are, there is no way you can look cool walking down those steps. I’ve tried to conquer them in every way possible. From the double step, to the single step, to the alternate step, nothing seems to prevent the awkwardness.
Staff at the dining halls:
I don’t know who hates me more, the random kids who have punched me in the face over the years or the staff at the dining halls. Every time I order food, I feel like I’m an inconvenience. I’m sorry I don’t want onions on my turkey wrap, you don’t have to give me the dirtiest look in the world. Don’t get me wrong there is some nice staff who I love to talk to. I remember great food ladies like Sabrina from the Den and my girl Keisha from Susq. For the most part, though, I’m scared to death of the staff.
The random kids who have punched me in the face over the years:
I’m not a fighter nor do I want to be. I don’t have anger problems, I don’t get out of control drunk and when there are problems I try to solve them, not make them worse. Above that, I’m not exactly built for the whole fighting thing. With that said, I guess I’m not a very lucky guy. Over my college years I have been punched in the face 4 times (and slapped once) for unexplainable reasons. It all started last year at a party. A group of guys that weren’t invited started arguing with another group of guys. Since it was at my house and I didn’t want the cops to come I went outside to deal with the situation. This was a bad idea because when I went up to talk to one of the kids, he immediately took a swing at me. Ouch. My next punch happened at the University of Maryland. My friends and I were leaving the bars when a group of kids starting yelling inappropriate things to a girl I was with. I guess I made the mistake of telling them to stop because they decided to all approach me. Instead of running, I stood my ground and, in result, faced the wrath of a man’s fist to my cheek bone. Ouch. The other two situations were quite similar; drunken people starting fights for no reason and me trying to break them up. Well, the only situation that was a little different was last semester. Just a small instance, where I got punched and woke up with my head bandaged with blood clots in my brain. We’ll leave that story for another day. Spending three days in the hospital, though, taught me never to break up a fight again. Even if my Mother is getting jumped by five professional wrestlers, I’m not getting involved (Love you Barb).
What grinds my gears
Published: Sunday, November 22, 2009
Updated: Sunday, November 22, 2009
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