Jun 16, 2019
4 min read
Shelter Me, O Porcelain God
An ode to the bathroom
I used to teach in a high school for kids who got kicked out of their original high schools. The students could be challenging and fractious, but I got along with them pretty well — at least, relative to how well I got along with the administration. Most of the strife was caused by my failure to comply with one or another of the almost incomprehensible number of school rules…
