I Took A ‘Shower’ In The BJC Bathroom… And It Was Disgusting
THON weekend is all about making sacrifices, whether those sacrifices include sleep, sitting, or access to a hot shower. I set off to take the World’s Most Uncomfy Shower in the BJC bathroom, and here’s what I learned.
After a quick run to Mclanahan’s and $7 later, I had deodorant, baby wipes, travel sizes of shampoo and conditioner, a loofah, and a hand towel all at the ready.
I figured I’d start this adventure off with the most challenging task — washing my hair.
In a word: yikes.
It didn’t take long for me to realize I’d made a terrible mistake. First of all, the sinks in the BJC are not fit to accommodate an adult woman’s head? I’m as shocked as you are.
After failing to get the top of my head wet, I started filling up my water bottle and pouring it on my hair over the sink. This solved my hair problem, but water quickly went ~everywhere~ (sorry OPP).
At this point, I’d also like to mention that I was most definitely not alone in this journey. I’d set up at the middle sink for maximum mobility.
Right sink was for visitors: the unsuspecting THON supporter, the shocked parent, the OPP committee members. Most of my encounters with right sink involved me trying to not splash them with water, and the occasional exchange of words like, “You came prepared,” or “That’s a genius idea.”
It is until you try it, unsuspecting stranger. At left sink I was joined by two sorority girls, debating which side of their face they should glue glitter and sparkles to.
Shampooing was the easy part. Rinsing the shampoo out proved to be even more challenging than getting my hair wet in the first place.
Before, clean water had been running all over my face and shirt, but now, soapy streams rushed from my hair straight into my eyes. I’m not positive I even got all the shampoo out of my hair; tricky areas, like around the ears, still felt a little greasy.
After the addition of some conditioner, I was finally free! The last thing I had to do was test if the wipes or the loofah cleaned the rest of myself better.
The wipes were fantastic; they were refreshing, easy to use, and didn’t make me any more of a sopping wet mess than I already was.
The loofah/body wash combo offered a spa-like experience, although definitely resulted in more water everywhere.
Rating this experience, I’d give it a solid 3/10. If you’re brave enough to embark on this journey, I suggest bringing an extra shirt, comb, and no shame.
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