This year, I’d like to take the time to thank the front parking lot.

Yes, you heard me. The front parking lot. The one in front of the portables. 

Though the lot is not a real human being that gives compliments or brings in homemade sweet treats for the holidays, it lets faculty and students leave school right after the bell rings (approximately), and I think that’s pretty darn close. 

Nobody wants to be stuck in the parking lot after school for fifteen minutes, especially when you’re having a bad day, and everything is just going south (been there done that). 

Oh, front parking lot. Your smooth pavement, wide straight white lines indicating where to park, and pine needles all over you. Another thing is trying not to get run over by other drivers when you’re walking to your car; and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Without you, my car and my sanity would probably be totaled, and I’d likely end up on the Liberty bad parking Instagram page. If I had to park in the back lot, I wouldn’t get home until 3:30, and quite frankly, with the amount of AP Lit homework I have, I would go mad. I am very thankful for you, front parking lot, even if you were built on the basis of Eminent Domain (according to Mr. Benjamin)…. I love you for being you.