Parking

My trip back to school was one for the history books. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and was greatly entertained by wonderful company throughout the weekend. It made me reminisce and wish I was back in school this semester. Then I realized how much I value the real world and my job. I am sure I will be ready for classes when summer school rolls around.

One hang up of the weekend was the lack of a hanger. By this I mean, my parking permit which hangs from my rearview mirror. I completely forgot to park in the correct zone, and the ticket police busted me. When I left campus last semester, I sold my parking permit to a friend at half price, because he needed it more than me. Pertaining to the parking side of my life, I am still in the black but down a few dollars that I did not anticipate. Next time I am on campus, I will be more cautious of where I park.