When it comes to the ultimate bathroom experience, right outside of B-wing is my favorite. It has a plethora of stalls, which means I can be there without feeling crowded. Plus, I’ve had some positive interactions with girls complimenting me, which elevates it to the top of my list!

Next up is the upstairs D-wing bathroom, holding strong in second place. It is rarely crowded except during passing periods, and it’s one of the cleanest bathrooms in the school. However, I only feel comfortable in the big stall—the others are way too cramped.

Now, let’s talk about the downstairs D-wing bathroom, which follows closely behind. It shares a lot of great qualities with its upstairs counterpart, but it does attract more foot traffic, making it drop in my rankings just a bit.

Next is the downstairs G-wing bathroom. This bathroom is almost always propped open, and while it may not seem like a big deal, it really steals away my sense of privacy. The lack of privacy, along with someone almost always lurking around in there, makes my comfort level decrease even more. However, it is still not the worst.

Then there’s the E-wing bathroom, which gives off an eerie feeling. I’d only go there under dire circumstances. The mean looks from everyone inside and that persistent awful smell makes it overall just horrific.

Next on the list is the gym wing bathroom, holding the second-to-last position. While I usually love single-stall bathrooms, this one feels creepy with its darker lighting. I want to leave the moment I step inside. Plus, there’s no trash can for feminine hygiene products. It’s ironic that they remind us to avoid flushing them but can’t seem to put them in a simple trash can for disposal.

Finally, the dreaded upstairs G-wing bathroom earned the title of my least favorite. Like its downstairs’ twin, it’s almost always propped open, and not only do I lose my precious privacy, but I also have to deal with random girls just lounging around. Please, find somewhere else to hang out. My dislike for this bathroom is deeply rooted in sophomore-year experiences, with some of my classes up there contributing to my hatred. But it’s just my personal opinion, and obviously, I am correct.