Today I scrawled a little poem on the left wall of the second stall of the women's bathroom at Cooper Hall, just for fun. I think I'll make that a continuing practice. The world needs a little more random poetry; besides, those pink walls shouldn't be as bare as they are. I don't know what's on the walls in the guy's bathrooms (I haven't been inside in a while - it's about time I took a field trip), but at any given time I can look up and to the right and read things like, "Stop corporate globalization!" -- "make your own clothes!" -- "stop writing on these walls (???)" -- and the ever popular, "I heart/love/[jerky male's name] 4Ever!" Of course, my campus might just be strange.