The Battle for the Bathroom
It’s been a busy week, I’ll have you know. A transportation strike nearly prevented our “intersession group” (a group that takes a class in the period between winter and spring semesters) from getting to Guayaquil, from where the students were going to return to the US. It ultimately worked out just fine, as the strike ended in the nick of time, BUT. It was pretty stressful.
Then, yesterday, we had a student who needed to change her host family down here, due to the request of her mother calling from the US asking her to be switched. Going to these families and telling them that they are going to lose their student is not particularly easy, either. It added to the stress level.
BUT… Nothing is worse than what I’ve been dealing with quite consistently over the past 2 weeks. Since I’ve returned from Quito, where I was receiving our Spring Semester in the Andes students, I’ve been dealing with a nefarious soul who keeps changing the hombres and the mujeres signs on the restroom doors in my office. As you will recall, my bathroom had a hell of a view. The mujeres bathroom simply does not have the same view. I don’t like it, as the view from the bathroom formerly labeled as hombres is simply wasted on women. They are not tall enough to see out of there, and, to be more descriptive, they can’t use the window when they are sitting on the pot. So, I’m taking a stand. I am now an official mujeres bathroom user in my office.
