S T A I R S :(

I. HATE. STAIRS.

I have to walk up five flights everyday just to get to class, counting not only the three stories I have to climb to actually GET to my classroom but also the two that I have to climb and descend on my way to school from my apartment in order to cross the crosswalk bridge. I have enough stairs in my life.

Why did the elevator have to break!?

We didn't find out that the elevator was out of order at our head teacher's apartment until we got to the building and pushed the UP button, with our backpacks and purses in tow. When we didn't hear any mechanical movements from behind the magic doors, we mad that crucial realization: we would have to take the stairs all the way up.

Oh, did I mention that their apartment is on the 15th floor?

The stairwell smelled like smoke and urine. We were a sweaty mess by the time we got to the apartment. Even after we had recovered, going up the stairs after walking to school was killer.

I never want to climb another flight of stairs. EVER.