There's gotta be a joke in that story somewhere.
Q. How many brothers does it take to guard the bathroom from cross-legged sisters hopping on one leg because they need to pee?
A. Three. Two to hold the signs, one to admonish the sisters for not having better self-control.
Back when I went to ass-emblies, I always signed up to work the entire time so I wouldn't have to sit in those hard seats and listen to the drivel. (Then they started piping it in to the hoagie assembly lines, but it was easier to daydream while piling 1.5 slices of lukewarm mystery meat, Velveeta, and some brown shreds of lettuce onto a soggy day-old bun.)
At one point I discovered how to access the elevator. (They kept it locked and blocked off.) I rode that damn thing up and down 3 floors for hours, just to avoid sitting down. My friend discovered you could stop the elevator between floors and keep it there. ;)