Complaining only gets a person so far. In fact, it doesnât get a person very far at all. But sometimes there are aspects of life that bring nothing but irritation, headaches, bad moods, and maybe a bit of feverish anger. Something you donât even want to get started on. For me, itâs the girlsâ P.E. locker room. We have been uprooted from our large, comfortable, well-ventilated locker room and tossed into a stuffy closet with a few toilets. The temperature of the crypt approaches 90 degrees as we change for mandatory exercise during the school day. I will not stand for this. Literally! Iâm crouched over due to lack of space and with the hopes that the perfume fog will rise like smoke and I can avoid suffocation by staying low. And itâs not just perfume. You can imagine the kind of smells present after a full 30 minute P.E. session. No better way to get in a bad mood. Bad moods are present after P.E. no matter what because being hot and sweaty during the day is extremely uncomfortable. The uncomfort level rises after walking out of the steam room to go to class. As a girl, other inconveniences arise. Iâm talking poofy, Carla Beghin hair. I donât know how she does it. Anyway, Iâm in no mood to take on schoolwork when feeling slightly damp and wondering if the perfume hitched a ride on my clothes. I donât know whatâs worse: smelling like your/other peopleâs B.O. or smelling like a rotting neroli flower. Flirty. Even after I get over what my dear classmates think of me, I still continue my day in mild frustration. It just doesnât make any logical sense why we canât have a usable changing space. I mean, I donât want to turn this into a feminist issue, but the boysâ locker room is significantly larger than what the girls have. And whatâs wrong with the one the girls used last year? Nothing. The girls put their backpacks in there. And donât even THINK about changing in the bathrooms. They know. I donât know how. But they know. I hate complaining, I really do, but the only reason girls are subject to this hellhole is because switching to a different locker room would be too convenient. Ok, thatâs probably not the reason. But maybe all my complaining will inspire change. I mean, thatâs how politics works, right?
Girl’s P.E. locker room is atrocious
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