But a few weeks ago I found a haven. The bathroom in the Science Lab area of the school. An ominous area that I rarely ventured into - protected by it's own glass entrance door, dark as night, not a student ever in sight, always a faint odor of sulfur. The English-written "Science Lab" most likely deters students from entering. If there's one thing worse than science, it's science in English. There is, however, a bathroom. A bathroom that no student has appeared to ever enter. Walls as white as Jesus's teeth, floors as shiny as a polished cueball, fake flowers as bright as the sun itself. Not a single scratch of graffiti in sight. For the next few weeks I am gulping water by the gallons in order to have the privilege to relieve myself in these quarters.
That is, until today. My sanctuary has been defiled.

Not only is it graffiti, but it's graffiti directly targeted at me. English graffiti. Someone has caught on to my safe place. If third-floor Science Lab bathroom isn't safe from Korean vandals, I don't know what is anymore.

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