I don't know that I have written about anything that would probably happen back in the states, but I guess here's something that's important to me nonetheless. I work only a few doors down from the teacher's bathroom. It's nice, spacious and private. This was especially crucial in the first week or two here, when "I have to go to the bathroom" really meant "I HAVE to go to the bathroom! GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
The door has one of those locks that you push in on the middle of knob. When it clicks down, you're safe... or so you think. This has to be the most stressful way of locking a door, because I can never quite tell for sure if the darn nub is pushed in all the way. It's only like a centimeter difference, which makes the situation unnervingly tough to judge, as this particular nub never really stays inside the doorknob.
Well I am now to the point where I lock it pretty much without thinking as I walk in, which has had the effect of only stressing me out more, because I think I am due to think I have locked it by habit only to be rudely informed that I had neglected to secure my sacred privacy. The door opens directly to a busy hallway lined with Freshmen and Sophomore lockers, so I am not really keen for any malfunction. I suspect this will be fear I carry with me my whole life, unless the world replaces these ambiguous locks with more definite, yet equally convenient locking mechanisms.
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