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I thought, Great! It’s 4:10 surly enough time to make it to my 4:30 class. Ten minutes to park and 10 minutes to walk. Perfecto. How silly of me to have those thoughts. I guess a summer break can take an experienced Kean student into an unknowledgeable freshmen. But the parking was worst I swear. How could I’ve of known? Who am I kidding, parking was never an easy experience at Kean University although, and nothing could have prepared me for what was coming this year. I started to hunt for free parking spaces while I drove into Kean but I saw nothing but cars waiting around in between the parked cars hoping someone would walk towards that area with keys in their hands or better a women searching her purse for potential keys or a man digging in his pockets all followed by a lifted head and searching eyes (the ultimate sign of a potential parking space). Since I knew I had no chance I calmly drove to the parking area nearest to the train station. It was farther, but I knew my chances were better. I soon realized I knew nothing. I drove around many times, meanwhile I’ve noticed that a few of the cars that were waiting between the parked cars were getting results. Then I understood that I needed a strategy if I ever wanted to make it to class, so I decided to try the most popular one. It seemed to be understood that if you waited in that area and a lifted head appeared then that newly available parking space was in fact yours. So, I did just that. I waited and waited for fifteen minutes until I saw keys walking towards my area. I was so excited. Until I saw a car following those keys and I couldn’t believe it. I turned on my signal lights to mark my territory and he turned on his. Whoever got that parking space all depended on which direction this person decided to turn her car while she backed off the parking space. She turned the wrong way and I LOST. I couldn’t believe it. I decided if I wanted to make it to class I must go to where the residence park. I found a space there after another fifteen minutes or so but it was three poles back towards the farthest space from Kean. It took another seventeen minutes to walk to class. I rushed to class and sat down. Professor Rich looked at me in the eyes and said “you’re late” I looked back and sternly said “yes” she asked me to have a seat. Instead of listening to the lecture I thought and wondered about how all these students got to class on time. What was their secret? Conspiracy theories started to form in my mind. I almost convinced myself that Dr. Farahi planned this so that only the brightest students would make it to class and succeed. All other will attempt to pass but fail to do so, giving them no other option but to repeat the course next semester. Keeping students in the institute as long as possible would be financially beneficial for the University . In fact, there was a drop in enrollment this year. Then I continued to think about how this reminded me of the survival of the fittest. The strongest will survive and go one to graduate while the weak were doomed to repeat courses and pay tuition way past their anticipated graduation date. Just like nature “natural selection” will occur. I bet if all my descendants continued to study at Kean they would evolve to dominate the parking lot. But my ancestors left me with no such surviving skills so tomorrow I must get here earlier and make it on time because I will graduate.