UNLV Parking During Finals Week As Told By The Hunger Games

School is almost out, just a few more finals, an essay or two, and one more presentation to sit through. You know you can see the light at the end of the tunnel... oh wait, that is actually someone flashing their brights because you're moving too slow in the black lot.  Here we have it friends, the cherry on top of all college campuses... parking. During finals week, this is a war zone. No one is safe and The Hunger Games does a pretty accurate job at describing our blistering emotions.

You have to wake up an hour earlier because you know you will have to fight for a spot

Driving in and seeing half of the lot already blocked off

Convinced UNLV gets a kick out of seeing us scramble during the most important part of the semester.

So you begin to casually stalk people who are walking to their car with hopes you will get their spot

Then you become enraged when some jerk whips in front of you and steals said spot

You find yourself driving in circles just trying to find any sliver to squeeze into

All hope is gone by the third lap

Then you start yelling at no one because people are backing out but you are six cars behind and don't stand a chance

You contemplate parking in the tow away zone because you are THAT desperate

You get a jolt of excitement as you see an open slice amidst two cars...again

The holy grail of parking...

Then someone else takes it and that someone probably hasn't shown up to class since syllabus week.

What gives you the right?!

Being super excited you found a spot just to find out theres a smart car parked there.

SERIOUSLY?!

From afar you see someone give you the nod and you speed demon over to their spot

After you have parked you do a mini celebration in your car

Then you are running through the lot praying to the classroom gods the doors are not locked yet

You make your way back and find a ticket on your window