The fun in the boys' restroom intensified today. I find it truly fascinating that dealing with urinary issues in the opposite sexes' restroom actually takes up part of my professional day. How absolutely surreal and inane is this?
So, walking by the boys' restroom around 11 a.m., I noticed (hard not to) the most foul smelling ordor sifting out from under the closed door. The light was off, so I took that as a sign no one was in the restroom. The whole hallway reeked of stale urine - freakin' boys. I walked back to my room and had one of the boys in my class spray the restroom down. The smell in the hallway soon changed from a repulsive urine drenched malfeasence to one of a Lysol and urine drenched, gut-wrenching, hurl-inducing putrid odor. Lovely.
I gave up and went back to class.
Around 130 p.m. one of the boys came to me and said there was an actual puddle of pee near the entrance to the restroom. I, finding this hard to believe, had to go see for myself. Apparently, one industrious youth couldn't make it to the bowl and releived himself all over the floor, creating a small, yellow puddle, by the door. I just stared in disbelief at what I was actually looking at. I couldn't stop the thought that my two cats, both goofy as all get out, were better potty trained than the group of young men who are poised to be the next doctors, teachers, lawyers, and politicians of our society.
Stifling a gag (the instintive gag reaction finally overtook the disbelief reaction), I went to get another teacher on my team. Stupidity of this magnitude has to be shared. Her reaction was similar to mine - however, she actually did gag. We called the poor janitor who had to come clean up the the sticky, smelly, soggy, sickening mess.
I can't wait to see what wonderful little surprises will be yielded in the boys' restroom. It's a new present every day!
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