I was walking blithely to my last class of the day, immersed in thoughts of homework, unsuspecting of the disgust looming in my near future. From nowhere, I feel something hit my finger. Thinking it was nothing more disastrous than an acorn or a leaf, I look down. My thumb is covered in a brown, wet substance. It hit me what it was and I froze mid-step: Bird poop. I was halfway between my building and EM Lynn, so I faced a dilemma: go back to my building or forge ahead? I decided to go ahead to EM Lynn and was trying to think if I knew where anyone lives in that building so that I could wash my hands. When I entered the building, I pulled a flyer off of a wall and used it to wipe my hand off, and I eventually was able to wash my hands in a friend’s room. What a lovely way to begin the end of my day…….