Today in the Intro to Radio class, there was food. We consumed large amounts of whipped cream and nearly an entire huge bag of Fritos (which are quite frighteningly addicting).

Auditions. That one word is enough to strike fear into the heart of any student who has to try out for a number of things at the beginning of the school year: Madrigals, or jazz band, or the fall play ("Anne Frank"). Because auditioning involves getting up in front of a bunch of other hopefuls and doing your best not to mess up.

I love auditions.

Monday afternoon, after school, I head with a group of my friends to Grainger Engineering Library, a short walk down Springfield Ave. After leaving my backpack and lunch box under their watch (remember that Grainger is a high theft area!), I head to the bathroom.

Upon walking in, I find that the first stall is occupied, and step into the second one. I promptly wince, and quickly backtrack. Toilet paper lines the bowl, and floats in a garish yellow liquid. I try hard not to vomit.

Come on, college students! I think. You ought to know how to do this by now!