Across the way from Tingey Hall, is a boy hall, Fugal. I pass this building everyday on my way to or from school, specifically by one window on the bottom floor, which is occupied by men I know from back home.
One day, I was walking home from the gym wearing my not-so-honor-code-appropriate-but-okay-for-running shorts. At an awkwardly short length, they tend to ride up in between my legs when I walk, giving me really uncomfortable wedgies. When I was nearly home, I stopped and picked the most awkward front wedgie ever. My gracefulness as a woman was disregarded at this moment in time as I pulled down my shorts. Immediately after relieving myself, I see movement to my right. I glance over, and realize I am in plain view of my home-boys window, and yes, someone was shuffling out of the view of the window, as if they were hiding. I am 90% sure one of them saw this little incident. I hung my head in shame and walked back to Tingey.
Coincidentally, the frequency of us seeing each other campus dropped dramatically after this day.
--Sadie
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