bathroom

This has been a crazy long week. And leave it to me to do something (out of my control, of course!) embarrassing.  During this Thursdays art party I ran to the restroom. As I was washing my hands, I noticed  the water rising. I frantically rush over to the toilet and made downward hand motions in hopes that would help. It did not. The water started POURING over the toilet. Thankfully, I was well hydrated and it just looked like good ole toilet water on the floor. I had to disrupt class to get Hillari. Luckily, we had old towels stashed in the back and covered the bathroom floor with them. We shut the door and shamelessly had to announce no one could use the restroom. To make matters worse, I felt the need to say to some of the students "it could have been a lot worse." WHY?! Who does that? Just let it be, Amanda, just let it be.

And it does not stop there. Somehow the bathroom door got locked. So when the maintenance guys came to fix the toilet, they had to climb through the ceiling to get in... For. My. Life. (fml- for those who don't know, I thought 'fml' meant "for my life" for a long time. Apparently, it means something way worse and makes more sense. But, this is what it means to me.)

Just another day in the life...