Mini Skirt

Weeks of dining hall food

There was no getting around my issue: I had to take a crap. Weeks of dining hall food had finally taken its toll and I was down for the count. Unfortunately, the community style bathrooms made doing your business a matter of national concern. As anyone with a vagina knows, we don't want other people to hear us going to the bathroom. We are perfectly content sitting in the stall, shuffling our feet, waiting for the other girl to make the first move. As soon as we hear a tinkle hit the water it's a race to the finish line—strange but true.

Anyway, it was 9am and I realized pretty fast that pooping wasn't on my body's agenda for the day. This led me to the worst decision of my freshman year.

I walked into my room, opened the drawer, and pulled out an unused stash of Ex-Lax. The back of the box read, "Will take effect in 6-8 hours," so I did some quick math and decided that my 11:50 class was still in the game plan. I popped a few Ex-Lax and forgot about the issue, planning to continue my day with a few more bathroom breaks than usual.