So today after eating a quick lunch with Teresa, we practically run over to Stevenson, where we both have classes. I have a Midterm today in that same class, and Teresa made me walk all the way around the other side of the building with her (not that I mind).

I go up the four flights of stairs, and start walking to the other end of the building where my classroom is. Suddenly, it hits me like a truck. I seriously have to pee. I run into the nearest woman’s restroom and go into a stall, slamming the door shut with the exuberance of someone in desperate need of a toilet.

While relieving myself, I had one of the most horrifying moments a woman could ever have in a restroom.

“…yeah I know man, I think I did pretty bad on that quiz as well,” I hear a few men outside the door to the woman’s bathroom.

“Oh definitely,” Another was saying, and I swear I heard it echo off the walls in the bathroom, were they standing right outside it or something?

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t do so hot on that quiz - hold up one second,” One guy says, and I hear stomping coming nearer. A man had just entered the woman’s bathroom! A little afraid that I was just about to tell a man off for being in the bathroom, I finish relieving myself and pull up my pants.

“What did you get on question 13?” Another guy says. I sit back down on the toilet - fully clothed.

Wholly crap. There is no way in hell that more than one guy can accidentally walk into the woman’s bathroom.

Suddenly, it dawns on me. I must be in the Men’s Restroom.

Oh crap.

I clap my hand to my mouth and look down under the stall. Yeah, two guys are standing with their backs to me, facing the urinals. In my haste to get to the stalls, I didn’t even notice the urinals. They were on the far wall, beyond the stalls and sinks.

“Hey did you take that quiz as well?” I hear another guy enter the bathroom, making conversation with the other two gentleman already in here. No one seems to notice a girl in the stall. I look down at my bookbag. It’s red. Is that a guy’s color? I look down at my feet - I’m wearing flare jeans.

Oh God.

I pray that they will just finish and go away - leaving me alone in a men’s bathroom.

Unfortunately, that is not the case. Now classes are getting out - I hear a few more guys enter, talking about yet another test that they had to take.

“Dude I totally bombed that one,” Another guy says. I hear the previous men washing their hands.

“Yeah I’m not sure about the True-False questions really those things were f*cking hard!” Another yells over the guys washing their hands. I try to think fast - should I cover my head and make a run for it? Should I wait for them all to leave? I will be late to class! And I would really like to wash my hands before I leave - it’s kind of gross if someone doesn’t wash their hands after they pee…

Suddenly, a guy enters the next stall, slamming the door shut - I give a high-pitched yelp. He scared me out of my thoughts.

“Hey man keep it down in there,” The guy in the next stall says, banging on the wall playfully. I slap my hand to my face - I don’t even want to know what he thought I was doing in there.

“Hey those are some cute jeans,” The same guy says in a high-pitched voice - I think since he thought I was a male, he probably assumed I dressed like a girl. Der. I quickly gather up my bookbag.

The guy in the next stall comes out and starts washing his hands - now’s the time to go. I hear a few other males come into the bathroom.

“Oh crap!” I think - out loud.

“Wholly shit man! It is a girl!” The guy that was in the stall next to me yells to everyone. I hear several footsteps stop - the faucet water is shut off suddenly.

I walk out to a small, all-male crowd gawking at my stall.

My face must have looked like the setting sun when I came out of that stall. They were either all in shock or something because not a single one of them laughed.

I just walked out as fast as I possibly could - of course I got a few more stares from the students in the hallway as I rebounded into the nearest, woman’s restroom I could find.

I washed my hands and headed to class.