When Smart Kids Go Bad

SO - yesterday I used the restroom at the Beaverton Town Center Fred Meyer (why the location matters, I have no idea). The store is undergoing a remodel, so "excuse our dust" is a little of an understatement...more like "excuse our post-apocolyptic mess". ANYWAY, I go into the stall, hang up my purse and prepare to sit down when I notice...




Just in case that's not really clear to the eye...

Yes, that's a Calculus equation/formula written on the TP holder. I've seen many different forms of graffiti, but have to say, this is a first!

Of course, I have to ask myself, who would do this? I work with the delinquent sort of students, so have a little insight into their minds. BUT, my typical student wouldn't know a limit if it smacked him upside the head. Must be looking at a different sort of vandalizer...one who uses pencil...

Perhaps an Honor Student is being "hazed" into the local chess club?

Maybe this is a geek who had enough of being called "teacher's pet" and decided to "show them" by doing something bad like graffiti...

Local school scavenger hunt with a truth or dare twist?

Could be that with budget cuts, the Beaverton School District is housing classes in the local Fred Meyer break room and this student decided to cheat by writing a formula in the bathroom, then excusing herself (assuming our perp is a female as it is the women's restroom, but perhaps I shouldn't be so quick to assume such thing...I mean, we all know what "assume" means...) to the restroom to view the formula.

Or - with all the construction going on, maybe a construction worker was trying to figure out a complex construction problem while sitting on the potty. Although I'm the first to admit my Calculus experience is limited (ha! a bit punny!), I can't imagine a use for limits in Fred Meyer remodeling, but I could be wrong.

SO - this will remain a mystery...shall I contact the Beaverton PD with my theories? I couldn't imagine trying to collect DNA from that location though...(all together now...EWWW!).

SO - yesterday I used the restroom at the Beaverton Town Square Fred Meyer (why the location matters, I don't know, but apparently it does). I head into the stall, hang up my purse, and as I'm getting ready to sit down I notice...