It didn’t even take a full school day. Halfway through the first day of school there were already clogged toilets.

If you were thinking about using the bathroom during passing period, good luck. Odds are that half or more of the stalls are congested and the line is almost out the door. Seriously, when we have to purposefully not drink water and dehydrate ourselves because there aren’t any stalls to use, you know you have a problem. Forget the renovation—fix the toilets. This is a developed country, so we basically have the Constitutional right to be able to use a working toilet.

We don’t need more SmartBoards and laptops, we need toilets that work. It’s a regular sight to see girls walk into the bathroom in between classes, see that the line is practically out the door, and just immediately turn around and walk out.

It doesn’t take long for WS students to learn the bathroom code. A few weeks into school, you stop asking if that stall is open. All it takes is making eye contact for a split second with the person in front of you, and you just know. Once you’ve got the code down, you have a virtual map of all the WS bathrooms. You know exactly which ones flush, which ones spurt water everywhere, which ones keep flushing, and which ones only occasionally flush. Just like our AC that requires a pair of scissors to operate, our toilets require a few good pumps to flush.

You’re a brave soul if you decide to risk going into one of those off-and-on stalls. We all know that moment of panic when you go to flush and it doesn’t start. Should I keep trying as everyone listens to the failed attempts, or should I just accept defeat and have to inform the person next in line of my shame? Bee-lining to the sink while trying to hide your face is always an option.

If you’re in the bathroom in the science hallway and you walk inside and suddenly feel like it’s starting to rain, don’t look up. The mass of burst paint bubbles that now composes the ceiling of that bathroom is probably a health hazard. You need to be a ninja to avoid the paint flakes falling and the “water” dripping from the ceiling.

If you’re a freshman reading this and haven’t noticed the deficiencies of the WS bathrooms, then we’re sorry to burst your bubble. Maybe us girls should start taking over the guys’ bathrooms.