There's something kind of nice about being able to use the restroom in the teacher's lounge. Now that I have this golden ticket to a private restroom, the student restrooms seem all the more disgusting to me. However, there is only one teacher's lounge, and it happens to be on the other side of the school. As I walked to the lunchroom earlier, I decided to duck into the nearest restroom instead of fighting the crowds in the hallways to get to the Promised Land.
Whoa. Talk about unwanted. A hush fell as I walked into the restroom. Girls standing in huddles around the mirror gave each other knowing looks and mumbled, "I'll tell you in a minute." Obviously I tripped an invisible alarm as I walked in, alerting all those within: Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Contraband cell phones were stuffed into back pockets with ninja-like speed.
Obviously the bathroom is a sanctuary for note passing and secret telling. My entrance was unexpected because most teachers wouldn't stoop so low: unexpected and unwanted.
My bad, guys. Didn't mean to cramp your style.
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