I'll tell you why America's youth is in trouble: our schools are run by what you have termed
Poop Nazis.
In my school, first and
foremost, no one is allowed to leave a class for any reason for the first ten
minutes of the period, and many teachers have either a "No Shits During My Class"
or a "Three Shits And You're Out" philosophy.
But trying to go
between classes is impossible, since most of the time I have to cross the
entire school. Generally I try to build up what I call "Crap Credit," where I
spend 30-second periods taking quick craps and hope they all add up right.
Finding a bathroom is difficult, due to the fact that the school was designed
by the Shit Satan. Half of the bathrooms are locked at any given time, often
for no reason. (Though one bathroom is out of order -- and has been since the beginning of
the school year, four months ago.)
Also, the bathrooms alternate: men's/women's/men's/women's.
That would be fine if they didn't alternate on a zigzag pattern --
if there is a men's room on the second floor, there is a women's room on the
nearly identical third floor. The bathrooms are marked, but the doors are
down long hallways, so you have to walk all the way down to find out which one it is -- leaving you
looking very stupid if it's the wrong one (and, if it's an emergency, forcing you to go in the corner,
or in your pants).
Even if I go after school or during lunch (I hate the concept of food
going out at the only time I'm allowed to put it in), the bathrooms aren't
exactly... usable. Before I go into the long list of problems, I should point
of that my school, Boston Latin School, is an exam school with a large budget. The
administration added a new wing just three years ago, a new library the year
after that, and high-tech projectors for every room last year. But in spite of all that, toilet paper
is considered a luxury. Soap is unknown and paper towels are unheard of -- which sucks
because turd terrorists regularly piss on the toilet seats.
One day I decided to take a crap after school. It felt like it
would take a while, so I wiped the toilet bowl (the bathroom must have been locked all day,
I guess, because there was one stall that had a good amount of toilet paper) and sat down.
The crap itself was uneventful. But the toilet did happen to overflow.
Now, this wouldn't be that unusual, except that I was still sitting on it. I
leapt up, but not fast enough to prevent my backpack from getting soaking
wet. So I have to go to Drama Club with a pissed off expression and a pissed
on backpack.
My story is not an unusual one, which is why I make this plea:
this kind of thing happens all the time. We have the right to safely shit in school!
Help us Poopie Wan Reportie -- you're our only hope! Please, print my story,
tell the world of this injustice committed by our school! Tell the world the
REAL reason kids' test score are low: they rush the test so they can go home
to crap in comfort!
-- Danny