It’s a scene that’s all too familiar. After fighting through traffic for an hour, you, along with a horde of other students pile into Humber North campus’ bustling parking lots, itching for a space.
Upon reaching the gate, somebody clad in a long yellow coat approaches your car, their arm outstretched, hands wrapped around a yellow sheet of paper. You’ve been here before. You know what he’s going to say, albeit you’re trying to convince yourself he’s going to say something else. This is what you’ve been preparing for. You see the look in their eye; equal parts proud, confused and ashamed. That security guard knows the horrors he’s about to unleash. And then it happens.
Their lips open. The yellow sheet is raised like a flag of victory. You are about to be conquered. Your heart sinks.
“You have to park at Queen’s Plate,” they say, softly.
Suddenly you start questioning everything you did in the morning before leaving for school. Did I spend too much time in the shower? Did I take too long eating breakfast? Should I have just stayed asleep? The answer to that last question is no, because even in your dreams, the parking enforcement officers are there. You have to sleep at Queen’s Plate, the better part of a kilometer from campus.
Let’s say, hypothetically, you make it past the gatekeeper—if that’s even possible is a discussion saved for another time—and God forbid you park a little too far from the ticket dispenser. It’s like trying to pull a bag of chips out of the L building vending machine. That bag isn’t getting out unless the chips and your dignity are scattered all over the floor.
With interactions like this occurring daily, one can only ask, why hasn’t anything been done about Humber parking? Although Chris Whitaker, the President and CEO of Humber College, announced plans for a new parking garage boasting 1,000 new stalls on campus beginning in 2017, the notion of more spaces may as well be a myth for the time being. It’s kind of like Atlantis, or Sia’s face. It’s talked about a lot among people, but it’s never been seen by anybody who is still alive.
The prospect of more parking spaces offers up a very small bijou of hope for young commuters. Maybe one day, we’ll be able to all fit comfortably in our school parking lot. For now, all we can do is pray to the parking gods for more spaces and less maps of Queen’s Plate.