You walk inside the restroom on your floor, eager to take your morning shit after that long-winded 9 a.m. Just when you thought you were alone, you hear a faint whimper coming from one of the stalls. Surprise, surprise — it’s the stall closest to the wall, aka The Official #2 Station. To an outsider, it may be difficult to understand what’s happening inside that stall. It may even be a bit discomforting. But because you are a Brown student, you know exactly what’s going down. The poor soul is undergoing the torture that is wiping oneself with college restroom toilet paper.
Trigger warning: You may want to avert your eyes if you are uncomfortable talking about poop because shit’s about to get real (no pun intended).