Commuting tales


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This morning – like every other Busch commuter – I arrived at Rutgers only to be screwed over by hordes of people in green jackets, lying down cones and stringing up the parking lots. We weren’t even given a warning this time, either: Usually, before tying off our parking lots, they manage to put up a flashing sign that indicates the precise date and time our mornings are going to be ruined by football games.

Even then, we have to go park on Livingston. Livingston! The campus is one huge parking lot, I’m serious. The map shows there are other buildings, oh yes, but I get the feeling that whoever built Livingston college just sprinkled them around so it looked like you could actually learn something there (besides parking spot hunting). And the buildings they do have are just jokes.

But today, I didn’t even know where I was supposed to park, and I wasn’t going to Livingston only to get a ticket afterwards because that wasn’t the right thing to do. So I asked the nice people in green jackets.

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Gee, thanks for the warning.

Gee, thanks for the warning.

Commuting back and forth to college is awful. Sure, you get to sleep in your own bed, spend time with your family, eat home-cooked meals, have some degree of privacy, use a bathroom without anyone else using it, blast loud music for over a half-hour in your car every day, not have to worry about storage space, and remain connected to the place you grew up in, but come on, is it worth it?

I find myself confined to a metallic shell for eighty minutes or more a day, and the parking rules for Rutgers are ridiculous. Also, eighty minutes is a long time to ponder the question “Did I forget anything?”

Besides that, you slowly come to the realization that everyone and everything on the road exists merely to lengthen your travel time and frustration level. I have no idea why I was so worried about passing my driver’s exam when apparently 90% of the people who pass it are complete numbskulls.

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