I’m sitting in class trying to ignore the pangs of thirst creeping through my throat. All I want is a long gulp of cool water. My mouth feels like the Sahara Desert. In the middle of class I can’t stand it any longer and leave to find a water fountain. The only problem is there isn’t one on the floor my class is on. There’s a water bottle fill-up station, but I don’t have my water bottle with me at school. Not wanting to be scolded for being gone too long, I return to class with an even worse thirst. The moment class is out I rush to the Lang Café, only to remember that water isn’t being sold in the beverage section and I don’t have a water bottle that I can fill up. I head to the ladies bathroom, scoop water in my hand, and sip just enough to quench my thirst until I can make it home.