Sorry, CNM, looks like you are going to be an accountant after all.
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“Since writing on a bathroom stall is done for neither critical acclaim nor financial gain, it is thus the purest form of art.”
That is, according to the graffiti adorning the first-floor women’s restroom in Woods Hall. The middle stall has some of the most sensitive bathroom reading material since your sister left that Nicolas Sparks book on top of the toilet.
Another: “In 3 1/2 years I will be a Naval officer. I am more proud of my future than of anything I’ve done in the past 18 years.”
But the art of these messages is not in the array of PostSecret-esque confessions, but the words of encouragement fellow writers give in response.
“I asked/ He said no/ Don’t even like him that much/ It still felt like crap” one writer disclosed. But not too far from that writing, someone replied: “Everything will be ok in the end. If it’s not ok, then it’s not the end. Don’t stop fighting for what you deserve.”
So, if you feel like skipping class for inspiration and anonymously pouring your heart out in a public forum — or laughing at other peoples’ melancholy wayfaring — be sure to stop by this graffiti gallery.
Besides, as one individual proclaimed, “Shit happens… Life goes on.”
-By Kara Rose