I’ve stayed after school many a time. The debate team needs leading and however Urkel that makes me, it turns out to be my life on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
To escape the idiocy that embodies several of our team members, my partner in crime and I escape to the girls’ restroom.
I find that at the end of the day, our cleaning staff does a remarkable job. I’ve walked in several times mid-Mr. Clean-scrub-down to find a disturbingly bare bathroom.
So where does the filth come from that makes my school's bathrooms -- as many students put it -- the most disgusting places on earth?
The answer: Look in the mirror, you festering grime ball.
Though I can’t speak for the male population, the girls’ bathrooms accumulate a surprising amount of grunge.
How is it that you manage to spill foundation ALL over the sink? And if you’re trying to be at all sneaky about smoking pot in the Foreign Languages hallway, wouldn’t you try to hide the signs?
The problem is that people at our school view themselves as so entitled that they trash whatever they want and figure that someone will just come along and clean up their mess. You can’t truly say that as you’re dumping your used tampon on the ground you’re really concerned about who’ll be picking it up.
This is the plague of our community. Just because we might be the most affluent county doesn’t mean that we can dump our trash on those who we view as inferior to ourselves. Students need to change their tune and realize that it isn’t the custodian’s job to pick up the mess that we could pick up ourselves.
So pick up your tampon. Your conscience will eventually thank you.
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