Personal Narrative-It's Time To Stay In Haiti

After a long, strenuous day of classes, studying and work there’s nothing I long for more than the feel of lukewarm water being drizzled (yes, literally drizzled) down my back as I stand in a luxurious two feet by two feet box of a shower. Don’t even get me started about the gorgeous “Carolina housing” shower curtain that covers almost three-fourths of the shower.

Let’s go back to the glorious lukewarm water for a second. To me, there’s nothing better than feeling the tension in my muscles in my muscles tighten up as I shiver through a nice long shower after a hard day’s work. I pay thousands of dollars a year to a university that provides me with colder showers than the ones I took during my one week stay in Haiti. But don’t worry it’s perfect for my masseuse who loves all the built up tension in my shoulders.

Oh, and don’t we all just absolutely love the feeling of wet, scratchy rubber under our feet as we wash
It’s as if I took a trip to the Met without having to pay for a trip to New York. Our own little art show out on display for anyone who decides to indulge in a shower that day. Oh, but I can’t forget the best part of it all. It’s always a joy when the mini hair balls come together in a celebration of friendship to clog the drain, making it impossible for any suds to take a trip down the drain. I’m sorry but I don’t remember a car wash for my feet being a part of the amenities listed in my housing agreement.

If you couldn’t tell shower time is by far my favorite time of day! So for all of you high school seniors debating about where to go to school, stop comparing tuition costs or athletic programs. Just looking at the quality of the showers they provide you and you’ve got your answer of where to go. The worse they look, the better they