The Toilet Decorum Of Kings College London Students

Hullo!
Though it has always been a particularly foetid issue, this afternoons study session in the Maughan has brought to a head the disgust i have been forced to hold for certain anonymous KCL contemporaries, specifically in the lavatorial sphere. The fact is, the personal facilities of the Maughan and the Strand campus of the university appear to have become over run by individuals complacant with uriniating, defecating, and be-tissuing all over them. I don't know if its some sort of unlisted college society, or perhaps im just missing out on some low brow/rent fun which others have cottened onto, but i just dont understand how presumeably very academic young men at one of the better universities in the country can be so nonchalent in letting their toilet activities get the better of them to a point of a serious dearth in personal hygiene, and the very real possibility of a college health scare eminating from the bowls, and subsequently walls and cubicles, they have defiled.
I, like any other student, can appreciate the fact that a hard day reading up on the political spheres of medieval europe, or the narrative focalisations of Victorian literature, would sometimes make a boy want to have a relaxing break to reward oneself. A chapter of Three Men On The Bummel, or a cup of camomile tea for instance. What i fail to understand is why some people's downtime is nonchalantly filled with pooing all over a library toilet, with attempts at a clean up operation simply being weeing a bit, covering it all with a layer of tissue and the leaving it, as if it will be spirited away like the mince pies left for Father Christmas. Unfortunately, there's no nonimaginary parent figure in the Maughan to come and eat your mess, and thus magically instil in you the fantasy that it will vanish into the ether of the U.