College Lesson Learned #25

#25- Elevators were invented for one thing, and one thing only: for bringing laundry down five stories. Stairs were not.

Here’s a little fun fact about me: I do NOT like waiting on elevators. I HATE THEM. It is the lazy man’s way of wasting more unnecessary time, unless you live really high up, or your office has a nice view. Elevators really don’t save you much time if you live five floors up or lower.

So living on the fourth floor on my residence hall, I took the stairs. My friends HATED that I always took the stairs because a lot of them lived on the second floor of a different building, so they were too lazy to climb THAT many stairs when there was a perfectly good elevator. They don’t understand me.

I have somewhat amended my ways. Not completely transformed, but I have merely adjusted my ways after the first time I did laundry. I of course waited until all I had was a pair of socks, a t-shirt, and a pair of jeans (it was September at this time). That is how freshmen in college do it. So I have a massive load of laundry and I didn’t feel like waiting for the elevator. So I took it down the stairs, all four flights of stairs, and then into the basement, adding another staircase to my dreaded descent.

Now you think that’s not bad right? Wrong! I had forgotten my detergent upstairs, so I had to run all the way back up to get it and then run it back down. Then I put the loads of laundry in and went back upstairs to do some homework. I came back down, and the machines in our hall don’t like to do their job. So I had to put them all in again. I went back upstairs. I came downstairs and put them in the dryer and it once again didn’t do it right the first time.

By the time that I had finished and brought my laundry upstairs I had made the five story trip up the stairs 12 times in one evening. I take the elevator now.

Moral: Elevators are a necessary evil.