The Junior Lot: The place where about twenty lucky students get a place to park their car for the day. A place I spent most of my junior year obsessing about. Waking up, throwing on a sweatshirt, and rushing...

As the clock strikes 2:35, you are itching to bolt out of your last period class in order to sprint to the parking lot. You feel your hands grasp your keys harder and harder as the minute goes by. Sweat...