All throughout my undergrad years I used one particular bathroom in the creative writing building if I was having a particularly rough day. It was always crowded, falling apart, and completely out of the way, but none of that mattered.
The Murray Hall bathroom stalls were magical.
Instead of being covered in typical college graffiti calling girls demeaning names, the stalls were covered in inspirational quotes, literary quotes, and just moments of solidarity and beauty. Then, in my senior year, the inspiration of the stalls were painted over. The words disappeared, and there was uproar through the Creative Writing crew and English majors. It was upsetting to students and faculty alike.
I’ve never really gotten over the Murray Hall Cover Up of 2012. Today after school I had to use a student restroom. In the stall I was in, I saw flickers of the inspiration and optimism Murray Hall gave me.
It’s amazing how a little bit of bathroom graffiti can make someone’s day.