Construction, you can suck it

Construction is going to ruin my senior year of college. OK, that’s probably a little dramatic. But it’s definitely not going to make things better for me.

I’ve lived in the same apartment for two years now, and I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else during my last year at IU. It’s right off the square in the heart of downtown Bloomington, a stone’s throw from the bars and nightlife I have yet to experience in my last few months as an underager.

But somewhere down the line, karma’s got it in for me. The company who owns the parking lot in front of my building has decided to become a stabbing thorn in my side. Recently, they sold the parking lot so a hotel could be built in its place.

So instead of weeping on my dusty building entrance, I’m determined to stand my ground and stare the face of adversity right in the eye. Bring on your catcalling construction workers with their hard hats and Timberland boots. I’m ready.

But still, there are a myriad of construction-related annoyances I’m not looking forward to.

For starters, the entirety of my last two semesters in school will be played to the soundtrack of jackhammers and other various, earsplitting construction tools pounding 10 yards from my front door.

Not to mention that before the lot was sold, friends coming to visit for the weekend or just stopping by for a few hours could leave their cars in the former parking lot, despite it being a permit lot.

I don’t know who patrolled the lot, but they never did a very good job. No one who parked there without a permit ever got towed, let alone a ticket or a warning.

Now I’ll be forced to find parking for my friends elsewhere, which would be fine if finding parking in and around campus wasn’t like braving Dante’s nine circles of Hell.

Despite my construction woes, I’m still resolving to thoroughly enjoy my senior year. I just might be doing so in earplugs.

­— wdmcdona@indiana.edu