Those Bathroom Stalls

You can learn a lot by going to the bathroom in a public school.

Just sit there and look at the stall walls, and you can learn a variety of other quite useful information. This person doesn’t love that person, some one doesn’t like their life or their English teacher. You know; the usual.

Sometimes, an inspired person might put up something remotely cheerful; if it’s a full moon, maybe even something joyful.
Those poor, deranged, psychotic fools who get insulted for quoting Shakespeare or gushing about a new relationship rather than saying f this, or f that.

I was sitting in one of these bathroom stalls, catching up on the latest news and gossip (TMI, perhaps?). There was one conversation that caught my eye (again, TMI?)

Person A: I need clarity.
Person B: Clarity? I need sanity.


I think when we enter the doors to high school, we all become insane in our own little way. Maybe it’s the constant stress of getting good grades and balancing homework and having a social life. Or it could be the way your locker never opens until you kick it five times on the left side, jiggle the handle, spin the lock around twice for good luck and pull with all your might that puts you over the edge. It could be that new crush you have or the way you can never find the gym or the fact that your cell phone is lost for all eternity behind the third floor radiator that just drives you out of your mind. Whatever the reason, no high schooler can possibly be sane.

Heck, we’re not asking for much. Just a little sanity day to day.