When I was first considering writing about the parking lot, I thought, “There’s enough negativity in the world. I’ll write about sharing the space politely.” Then I arrived at school to find that I had no parking spot.

I no longer want to be polite.

I think that all senior privileges have a unifying theme of being set apart from everyone else. For instance, the senior commons are the only class commons that have two parts, were purposefully designed to be common areas, and have more furniture and decor than a few chairs and tables that accommodate 10% of the class. Only seniors can be exempted from final exams without taking some other exam in their place. Only seniors can go off-campus for lunch. We had priority for course selection. The list goes on.

But it ends at the parking lot. The parking lot was meant for seniors and faculty only. Then the school extended it to two people who were willing to bid on it. This year, juniors were outright offered parking passes. I don’t mind that too much. Sure, it makes getting out of school that much more annoying and slightly dangerous, but as long as everyone who has a pass can park, what’s the big deal?

The big deal is that not everyone with passes can park. An unnamed friend of mine once had to park in the faculty section because all the student slots had been taken. There are enough spots for all with passes to park at once. But some are parking without them.These are, in all likelihood, juniors and sophomores. To them I have a simple message: get out.

Now, I know that I’m just a student getting angry. I can’t do squat, you might be thinking. You’d be wrong. I have mentorship and study hall on Monday and Wednesday mornings. All of the work is virtual. I am willing to spend those periods looking at the cars in the lots and writing down the license plates of cars that do not have passes. I will be giving that list to security at lunch.

I really don’t want to do that. But at some point I will.