The Girl in the Bathroom Stall
Today I saw a girl sleeping in the bathroom stall. Her phone screen lit up with a notification as papers lay scattered around her. She was curled up on the cold, unwelcoming floor while the shuffling of students between classes somehow didn’t wake her. I didn’t know her. I didn’t recognize her backpack or her shoes. But I understood her exhaustion. March is a long month. There are no breaks, just a steady stretch of assignments and “almost there”s. February was short in numbers but not in new...
