oh, clever boys.

I have to use the boys bathroom, because it's most convenient.
And I'm the RA, so I do what I want.

Today, I found something that totally made hearing boys poop unabashed worth it.
Luckily I bring my iphone everywhere, even the bathroom, so it was duly documented

scenario: when you close the stall door behind you, and sit on the pooper, you see this piece of paper taped in front of you:


then, because you're instantly creeped out and curious, you look up, and indeed, there is a vent:


I'm only upset because I didn't think of it first.