Ah, College

[melayneseahawk]

Scenes from Campus, #562: A trio of dancers were practicing on the patio outside the performing arts center yesterday afternoon as I was leaving design. I didn't stay to watch them, but as I sneaked past them they were doing arabesques à demi hauteur: one arm up in front of them, the other out to the side, the opposite leg back at a 45° angle to the vertical. As I passed, I realised that there was a baby in a stroller with them, and I'm sure it was coincidence, but she was holding her arms in such a way that it looked like she was doing an arabesque par terre (arms the same, but both feet on the floor) in her laying down position. It was indecently cute.

In other news, I hate my floormates. So, I share a bathroom with the 35-odd girls who live on my floor, yeah? That's generally not a problem, since said bathroom has 4 stalls, 5 sinks, and 4 showers, so lines are rare. But that being said, how fucking hard is it to change out the toilet paper when you finish?! You see, our lovely cleaning guy (he's a little weird [I'm not sure he blinks], but anyone who can clean up after 80-odd college students six days a week deserves my respect and extreme gratitude) leaves a big pile of extra rolls on top of a cabinet in the bathroom, so that when the stalls run out during the day we can restock. But I can't count the number of times this semester, even, that I've gone into the stall and been greeted with an roll that was empty except for those little bits that stick to the roll and hang there mournfully.

Jesus, people, I promise your fingers won't fall off! (And I'm not even going to start about the girls who run the roll backwards. Let's just say I flip them over the right way when they don't run the paper over the roll.)

...I just wrote an over 200 word rant about toilet paper. It's going to be a lovely day, isn't it?

Comments

[tigerlilly2063.livejournal.com]

I tell you, this won't change ever. I don't know how many times I went to the bathroom here at work and found no toilet paper. At one time it was really bad, so that there was even a memo going around. *rolls eyes*

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know. But what is life without something to complain about? :D

[tigerlilly2063.livejournal.com]

Boring? *lol*

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

I used to leave nasty notes to my hall mates all teh time about toilet paper. But it got to the point that I never started any bathroom event without first checking if there was paper. Once I got in that habit, I was much less annoyed by them. And it's a great habit. Because in public toilets I never get taken by surprise by the lack of paper.

And there's not even any point in getting in a snit about how they put the paper in when they do. That's just gotta be a thing you take in stride.

In my case, I had the added joy that me, my roommate, and one girl upstairs were the ONLY THREE PEOPLE in our dorm not rushing or part of a sorority. It's hard not to want to slap the soror who took the last piece of toilet paper. Bitches.

Ahem.

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Yah, normally I don't really care beyond a minor grumble as I go stomping back out of the stall (I check before I drop'm, too), but I was up until almost 2a with astronomy homework last night, so I wasn't in the best of moods.

(That being said, the prof blowing up a coffee can in lecture this morning and then getting back the previous homework and getting 100% on it made me feel a bit better.)

[theemdash]

Toilet paper is serious business (I did not almost write "Sirius", I swear).

In college we had suite style rooms, so 1 bathroom for every 4 girls, and we would stock pile the damn stuff. The cleaning staff would only leave 4 tiny 1-ply rolls, so if you had guests over or something and you ran out? Who cares! You'll be back up to 4 more rolls next week. Because if you had 1 roll left? You get 3 rolls, not 4.

So we started hiding any extra toilet paper on cleaning day so we'd wind up with spare rolls. When I moved out of the dorms I had like 50 rolls of toilet paper . . . which I then used to blockade one of my roommates in a bathroom. Good times, good times.

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Couldn't help but giggle at that mental image.