Flashes of Panic

Tomorrow is the deadline for students at The College to give up 100 parking permits in an attempt to stave off construction of the parking lot in the pine grove. According to email I got today from two of the students active in the effort to avoid this lot, they haven’t even made it to ten, which will leave the decision in the hands of the president.

This is one of those cases when I hate to be proved right:

I can’t honestly see any resolution other than the students, as a body, saying, “We’re willing to give up this, this, and this convenience in order to preserve this open space.” And I’m a little too cynical to expect that outcome.

I don’t know if I’m allowed to be disappointed when I hadn’t really expected much more in the first place. But I am.

Now playing: Not The Same from the album Rockin’ The Suburbs by Ben Folds