And the bathrooms after the undergrads have passed through? It’s as if some enterprising undergrad filled a spackling bucket with rotten eggs, Cantina fish bowls, Italian Gator pizza and several strands of used toilet paper, then dumped it on the bathroom floor and left it to fester for a weekend. The horrors are unspeakable.
Since there’s really nothing we can do, law students are forced to glare meaningfully at the encroaching undergrads.
“She doesn’t even go here!” is a common refrain.