Mawrters misplace detergent and Honor Code in laundry room
By biconews On 8 Feb, 2000 At 05:00 AM | Categorized As Archives | With 0 Comments

By Monica Hesse

This is going to sound petty. This is going to sound trite, and picky and even neurotic. But it needs to be said, and I am beyond the point of caring. Someone has been using my laundry detergent. And not only that, but my bleach, stain remover and Downy Spring-Fresh Dryer Sheets are also disappearing at an alarming rate.

At first I was somewhat flattered. Someone out there appreciated and admired my skills as a consumer. Someone wanted to smell like spring rain and have the “Snuggle softness without static cling” that my clothes so obviously possessed. But now this has gotten ridiculous. Laundry articles and toiletries are vanishing right and left.

My hallmates complain of conditioner, soap, moisturizer and even toothbrushes disappearing from their shower caddies in our bathroom. A war nearly broke out when one woman found a newly purchased carton of ice cream half-finished in the communal fridge. Annoyed signs gave way to irate letters, which led to angry confrontations in the kitchen. My hall teas are beginning to resemble badly-written Jerry Springer episodes.

Furthermore, I dislike how this smalltime kleptomania is affecting my level of sanity. Normally lax to the point of apathy in regard to my belongings, I now have become the college hallmate everyone dreads. I have labeled my clothes, shoes and hooks with my name, and even gone so far as to mark with a felt tip pen the level of my shampoo after each usage so I’ll know when someone has been using it. The low point in my neuroticism occurred when I seriously considered hiding in the laundry room, behind the drier, so that I could jump out and scream “AH HA” at the detergent thief, were she to appear.

The most frustrating aspect of these random disappearances is the fact that they occur at all in a community whose operation so heavily relies on the Honor Code. People cite this revered document loudly and frequently, using it as a blanket protective clause against all grievances, complaints and otherwise petty annoyances - but only when it suits their own purposes. The day after the big snowfall, I was accused rather exasperatedly and shrilly of an Honor Code violation when a snowball strayed from its intended path at a friend and instead pelted a complete stranger.

Seriously, folks. As much as bi-co students would like to think, the weather is not subject to official Honor Code procedure.

And yesterday, I apparently witnessed yet another unforgivable violation against the Bryn Mawr-Haverford community when a student took BOTH of the last cookies in the lunch line, and the woman behind me hissed angrily, “That HAS to be against the Honor Code.” Please. It might be against diet regulations, but the Honor Code? Give me a break.

So I think we need to ratify this whole “Honor Code thing.” We need to decide if we can learn to use it as it is meant to be used: as a guideline for behavior in academic and social matters within the community. I for one plan to ponder this thought. But in the meantime, would someone please return my detergent? I haven’t been able to do laundry in over two weeks, and I think I’m really starting to smell.

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