Even though I was 16 at the time, it was the first time I had really given much notice to the bullshit written on bathroom walls. UNH has its share of bathroom art. Take, for example, the women's rest room on the first floor of Hamilton-Smith. An intellectual debate has ensued for the past few semesters on the meaning of boredom. It takes place in the right stall.
Ignorance is boring.
Boredom is an excuse for a lack of state of mind. You can't lack a state of mind unless you're dead. Perhaps no form of expression is as crude, nor real as the stuff written while performing the most essential of natural human functions. Maybe the crudeness is a socially vibrant marker of free speech. Bathroom patrons have their own opinions on why stall scribble and other such graffiti exists.