Toilets

We've all heard, "Bathroom? There's no bath," and "Restroom? It's not like there are cushy pillows in here." So old, it predates yo mama jokes. If that's the most profound thing you've heard, pick up a book or talk to a person with a couple of brain cells to rub together.
Moving on.
Have you ever seriously had to, you know, go, and you sprint into the school toilets, only to find there's someone in the one stall? Not that there's only one stall overall, but once you subtract the ones with no toilet paper, broken locks and/or bloody tampons in the bowl, you're down to about one. If you're lucky.
So we have three problems here. The last one is solved by girls just using their brains, although that's admittedly a bit much to demand of someone feeling bloated and moody. Go ahead and ask, by all means, but from a distance.
The other two problems are hardly our fault, unless there's a ban on actually using the toilet paper for its intended purpose. You'd think, with those enormous rolls, they would think to refill one when it runs out, and before the second runs out itself. Ditto on paper towel rolls. You went to all that effort to wash your hands, singing the ABCs and scrubbing your nails, but it's all for naught because you can't dry them. What are you supposed to do, cover your jeans in water or something?
But the biggest issue is the locks, or lack thereof. It really sucks when you seriously have to pee and run straight into a stall, try to close it, and realize the lock is bent at a funny angle or not there at all. Are you supposed to just hold the door closed with your foot, or would they prefer for you to leave the door hanging open?
With all that money they spend on sports and paper, you'd think they'd find it somewhere in the budget to spend a few dollars on a couple of bolt locks from the hardware store. And if the janitors or the custodians or the sanitation engineers or whatever can't install them, then I'm sure there's a perfectly good shop class somewhere in the building who rather conveniently need to discuss screws.
It's not like we're asking for gold-plated spigots or anything. Just basic privacy. Sure, teachers can't discuss our grades with other students, but other students are allowed to walk in on us doing our business? And by allowed, I mean without intent and with quite a bit of embarrassment and a bit of disgust.
So let's fix this problem! Get those cheapskates in administration to cough up a few bucks for toilet improvement. Or just bitch about it. Whatever.

Thought for the day: As long as there are tests, there will be prayer in public schools.

Signed,
Two of Wands