There is something about working in a high school that helps teachers maintain a fraction of their adolescence at all times. Some might say this is a blessing--we are able to keep one foot in the hallways of youth while moving forward into adulthood. On the other hand, we are subject to the petty arguments and tiffs that define high school. Here is one example:
My "office" is in the Humanities teachers' lounge. Last year we were having a lot of...um...cleanliness issues in the bathroom of this said office. We knew who the main culprits were, but due to the inability to call someone on their shit (literally), I wrote a funny/polite bathroom manifesto which is posted above. Just a few reminders of how to be considerate when sharing space. The manifesto has remained up for the past year.
Then someone, who hasn't revealed himself, defaced my manifesto. We have had an annoyingly big problem this year with men leaving the toilet seat up ALL the time. Strangely, it seems the men and women are perhaps equal in number this year (a rare thing in teaching), but still, leaving the seat up is gross. And then, out of the blue, someone defaced my manifesto with some smart comment that we women don't want to touch the toilet seat but we'll sit on it--as if protesting the request that men lower the seat after peeing. I had to respond. Childish, maybe, but I could not resist. It made me feel totally juvenile, but I also kinda enjoyed it :)
Adults fighting over potty space by leaving notes in the stall. And we're the folks educating children. Scary!
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