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A Comprehensive Review of the Girls Washrooms At John Fraser Secondary

FRASER LIFE

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Written by Elisa He

Photo by Ayanna for The Fraser Post

Edited by Aleesha Baqar

What was the worst thing you’ve ever seen in a washroom at John Fraser?

 

“I saw three people just sitting in the stall eating lunch…like a few people sitting in the same stall.”

 

“Two years ago, there was a lobster in the bathroom.”

 

“Recently I did see, like, three girls crammed into a stall.”

 

“I’ve seen an orange…in the toilet.”

 

“One time I found a sandwich shoved in the toilet. It looked like a Chipotle bowl but with a lot of water. Like, I saw the salad. I literally saw every part of the sandwich. It did not flush properly, so maybe Fraser needs to get a better plumbing system.”

 

“I saw, like, orange peels in the sink.”

 

“The lobster in the boy’s washroom.” 

 

“I saw a full sandwich.” 

 

“Poop on the seat.”

 

“I think there was like a pot of dirt or something. Yeah, or like a plant, or something, but they just like stacked the entire thing into the toilet.”

 

“There was a hamburger in the washroom… Yeah, in the toilet, and… the leaves [were] soggy.”

 

              The French Washroom

              Collectively, everyone said the French one is the worst because it has horrible lighting, only two stalls, never has soap, and is just generally disgusting. All five senses take in graphic stimuli when entering this bathroom. In conjunction, the French hallway is the one without a proper door. Therefore, it is usually one of two options if you are stuck after hours. Plus, there are only two stalls, and often, one has to pick the lesser of two evils: no toilet paper but clean(ish), or a wet toilet seat with a scrap of toilet paper. 

              The boy’s French washroom is similar: “The French washroom has a pretty bad hoodlum problem, which is like, three to four guys just hanging out there. And the stalls are just awful; there’s vandalism everywhere, and the urinals don’t even flush. It just smells awful in there.”

 

              The Art Washroom

              This one is rated pretty highly. It’s usually clean and has toilet paper and soap. Normally in the mornings it’s pretty empty so you can enter and exit dignifiedly. The stalls are bright pink instead of depressing dark pink like in the French hallway, so it really brightens up the mood of the washroom user. However, the socially anxious should be wary of this washroom.

               “Actually there’s this one time I went downstairs to the bathroom, like, beside the art hallway, and then there’s like this [gaggle] of girls… they’re like whispering and like doing these weird things. I don’t even know what they were doing, but they’re like all huddled up, and there’s like 10 of them in a circle, like, looking at me. I walked in and they’re all, like, staring at me and I didn’t know what to do. I just walked out. I didn’t use the bathroom. I just walked out. Oh my God. Maybe I almost got abducted, who knows.”

 

              The Math Washroom

Despite its size, the math washroom holds up against its sister, the French washroom. Both are tiny double stall rooms, but this is the superior one . Around two years ago, they installed new stall partitions. It used to be depressing pink (like in the French one), but now it is a nice neutral silver. What’s special about these partitions is that the gaps between the door and the wall are almost nonexistent due to the nature of the hinge. Overall, the lighting and smell is not the best, but it is an adequate, respectable choice, despite there never being any soap. Do not mix up the girl’s math washroom with the boy’s math washroom. Only one has ever had a live lobster in one of the toilets. 

 

              The “Big” Washroom Upstairs

              Winning the popular vote by a landslide, the Big Washroom is located at the top of the main staircase. This beloved washroom has raving reviews:

 

“It’s big; it's nice when it’s spacious. Imagine that you’re buying a house: do you want, like, a small crib, or do you want space? It’s easier to maneuver around the washroom.”

 

“The one upstairs, like the one closest to the stairs, like, probably one of the cleanest bathrooms in Fraser if I have to be honest.”

 

              This washroom has the best lighting, structure, and vibe of all the Fraser washrooms. The only thing it fares poorly in is the smell. When walking in, there’s a 50/50 chance it smells strange or has no soap, so the risk of getting disease is higher in this washroom. If supporting a green planet is important to you, this washroom may disappoint. There's a sink that just never turns off, forcing its environmental sustainability rating to drop. 

 

              The Tech Washroom

              The tech washroom is really a coin flip. It can be adequate or nasty. The stalls are not depressing pink, and really embrace the school spirit by being a depressing blue. Sometimes the depressing blue is contrasted by a nice brown smear on the wall.

              A very vocal student had expressed their hatred for the stalls in this washroom:

              “OMG, the doors, you can like, see through. The stall doors don't close all the way. That's why I never really lowkey go there, because I don't want people to see.”

              The boy’s back atrium washroom is apparently a dangerous place:

              “The one in the back atrium is like the main bathroom. It’s where all the hoodlum kids hang out. The second you walk in there, you see like three to four dudes just hanging out doing [not school-appropriate things].”

              In conclusion, the tech washroom is for the brave. 

 

The Drama Washroom

              “I would recommend the drama one or the one [by the] tech hallway, just so new students can really get accustomed to the worst at John Fraser, so that, like, if they witness anything else. They’re not gonna be jumpscared by it.”

              The drama washroom has a weird layout, a stall that doesn’t lock properly, and a stall that is permanently locked. The words “what the hell” are often muttered in this washroom by those unfamiliar with its antics. It’s a dangerous place: weirdly warm and humid, new vandalism decor every Tuesday, and hoodlums. Though the layout and stall design provide more privacy than other washrooms, only venture in before 10 am. Past that, and you’re asking to be traumatized.

 

I hope this guide is helpful!

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