A new era has been ushered in, leaving behind the etchings of a generation of IHS alums.
Once immortalized, these musings and troubles have been reduced to sheer woodchips. Never again shall we see the words of the wise or the uplifting that has graced the doors of the girls’ walls.
On the other hand, never again will we be victims to words of the past. Rest in peace, stalls of the past; we won’t miss your mysterious sticky coating, but we will mourn for the art that has been lost.
The new stall doors mark a new age, and with them come the potential for years of new graffiti. With a fresh start, one can only hope the the bathroom graffiti of IHS sticks to the cheerful and clever rather than the harsh and mean-spirited.
Though the sturdy new red doors are exciting, the renovation left us with little to work with. However, after just a few restroom visits, this inspiring poem manifested itself, seeming almost as if one person had gone around writing various lines of her poem in each wing.
She must have been waiting for us to compile it all, so here it is! Carry this poem as a reminder of the past, and inspiration for the future of bathroom graffiti.