Toilet Paper Rationing.
This was in 1997/98, by the way. Apparently, the high school girls’ room was going through too much toilet paper so the dean, a woman, stood outside the door and distributed a few squares of 1-ply institutional toilet paper to us as we went in. If she noticed toilet paper on the floor, our ration got cut down. If we asked for more for…bigger jobs…we were told to save it for home.
There were several episodes of girls stuck in the stalls until friends could beg for more TP because of period messes or unexpected bowel incidents. The dean wouldn’t even hand it over – she would go in the bathroom and pass it a few squares at a time over the door. If you didn’t catch it as it fell and it landed on the floor, well, that’s your fault and you’re not getting more. If you used more than she thought necessary, tough luck, go to class with blood/shit on your body.
It took about a week of extremely angry parents coming to the school and calling both the school and the school board, but we finally got our toilet paperback, unlimited.
How did we celebrate? By TPing her car, of course.