Every Monday and Wednesday I have a class on the fourth floor of Brookens. The stairway is a rather oddly angled set of three flights per floor, with only two floors to climb as the second floor is ground level.
After seeing an unbelievable amount of fellow students take the elevator before and after class to get to the ground floor, it led me to experiment and see just how much further and how much longer walking would take to get to my class.
My results for going both up and down the stairs netted the same "ballpark" (I just love baseball!) figure (which are also in the subject line): it takes me, a 31 year-old, 150-pound male carrying a 20-25 pound backpack on a 5'4" frame all of 45-50 seconds to walk the 80 or so steps to fourth floor.
Now, is it just me, or does that 45-50 second NOT REALLY MATTER?!?!?! Seriously, have we become so lazy that we outright refuse to walk up a couple flights of stairs?! Oh...it gets worse!
I've seen the same behavior occur with students going up ONE floor in UHB (tests for this building have not yet been conducted).
But it makes me sick to think about how lazy we are becoming as a society. People need to start getting out a little more often and spend less time in front of the TV and more time...exploring, or doing something active for crying out loud.
There. I'm done. And I'm stepping off of my soap box. Thank you for hearing me out.
I'm curious what others out there think about American youth and their behaviors--especially those from other countries who stumble upon this entry. Do note that if you care not to be indentified, you can always be anonymous! :)
Until next time...
~ N.
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Anytime I am able to take the stairs (when I don't have a stroller, etc) I usually do. They end up being quicker anyway. My friend used to live in a dorm that was like 15 stories high. As someone would get off the elevator on the first floor, everyone would yell "STAIRS" while the door closed. lol.
Ha! I LOVE IT! :D I mean, if anything, the trek up the stairs could be viewed as a (super-short) workout of sorts!
I might have to non-chalantly say that word to those waiting for the two-story ride on the elevator...or change it up by having tourette's-like symptoms one day and just yell at the top of my lungs, "STAIRS!" or whisper it.
Or post anonymous signs.
I think I might do the latter. :) Thanks for the inspiration, Cherise--AND for commenting on the blog itself! ;)
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