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My Second (or maybe it should be third) home

All of my classes are in the Cathedral of Learning. Yes, that 40 some story towering beauty filled with chalkboards, uncomfortable desks, and of course hundreds of toilets. I was thinking today about how when on the Cathedral tour they say how many floors it has, and why it was made, and talk about the wonderful nationality rooms....they should also say how many toilets it has. I think that would make for some interesting trivia.
I spend a lot of time in the bathrooms in the cathedral. I imagine for every hour I spend in a classroom there I spend about 2 minutes in a restroom. Today I was thinking about the bathrooms and I noticed something. There are many many different varieties of toilet paper dispensers. You would think they would have a standard in a landmark such as the cathedral. The stall I was in today had one called the 'Fort James'. I know for a fact that 'Fort James' also makes paper towel dispensers. I wonder what it would be to work at the 'Fort James' factory. You could make it sound like such an important job.
Some toilet paper dispensers are plastic...go a stall over and they will be metal. Some require the large rolls of toilet paper others require two small ones. This made me think about the janitors at the cathedral of Learning. They must require a broad knowledge of toilet appliances. Maybe they have to go through two week training. I have never been in a stall without toilet paper nor have I ever been in a truly dirty stall. The soap dispensers always have soap. And yet you never see the janitors. To me they are invisible angels. We are quick to complain of a dirty neglected bathroom, but we are slow to appreciate the dependability of our favorite clean frequented bathrooms. If I could find a janitor I would ask how they did it...I would thank them for what they do. They make those few alone moments at the cathedral worthwhile...special even.


I think I shall make it my goal to count the number of toilets in the cathedral before graduation. Of course I shall have to find a boy to make this happen.

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