Berkeley parking

My mom and I went down to Berkeley because silly people on the semester system haven’t finished their finals yet, and since she’s a professor there, there’s some silly obligation where the professor has to give the students a final. Oh, rules… who cares about them?

Parking in Berkeley is ridiculously difficult. For me, this revelation came from two sources. First, there aren’t any parking spaces. When the city planners were planning Berkeley, they must have forgotten that people own cars and want places to put them, because there are streets (entire streets) without parking spaces. Te second source of my difficulty came from the fact that I have completely forgotten how to parallel park. But really, parallel parking is just like driving a bike… or a car. You don’t really forget how to do it; you just hit the curb a few times until you finally get into the space.