A Note on Bathroom Etiquette

Why is it that WHENEVER I'm in a stall, the person who comes in after me decides to go in the stall DIRECTLY NEXT to me? No matter how big the bathroom, no matter where I am, EVERY TIME. In a bathroom that has 40 stalls, someone decides to enter the one right next to me.

This happens no where else - for example, in a lecture hall: it is common courtesy to sit in every-other seat if possible (unless of course, you KNOW the person). Or in a Starbucks: if there are other chairs available, you sit in them VS. choosing the bar stool next to the ONLY other person in the joint.

I don't know what it is about women's restrooms. I get the whole thing about "going" with your friends/in groups etc. But REALLY...

Also, older women tend to blow their nose while going. Its like, OK we know whats really happening in there, no worries. No need to try to be all incognito about it - and like making the loudest noise possible by blowing your nose is really going to help you be discrete any way? If anything you just draw more attention to yourself.

AND my personal favorite: what makes it ok to talk on your cell phone while sitting on a public (because lets be honest, in the privacy of your own home, who cares?) toilet? A) that's not hygienic at all B) everyone can hear you complain to your mom C) your level of efficiency goes down at least 30%, and D) its just simply awkward. I walked into a bathroom today, and TWO girls were irritatingly chatting up a storm during their bathroom experience while I stood waiting; ready to pee my pants. There is a time and a place people.


School school school. It brings up so much to talk about.

Hope all of you students out there are loving your first couple days/weeks!

Good Morning, Professor

Walked into my first class today, "Creating the Performance". I was excited to see who the teacher was because our original Prof, Bob, was apparently replaced by a man named Dominic. Well was I ever surprised to see what I found:

first, I see a black man standing in the front of the room. ka-ching.

next, I see that he has dreads. aka cool factor. double ka-ching.

then. I see a baby. a little black baby. OHMYGAD.

Dominic then explains to us that the a fore mentioned baby is HIS baby, Cacious - pronounced Cash-ous (reminiscent of Caucasian, I know, so a little confusing, but lets not get racist here.) He had to bring him along because his wife is out of town... double awe.

So I have a very "nice-looking" professor who wears gold accessories, round glasses and has dreads. NOT TO MENTION he has a great speaking voice, and brought his baby to class - later, Dominic put Cacious in a Baby Bjorn and walked around with a sleeping infant attached to his person for the rest of the class.

Its going to be a great semester.