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Gale
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SO yesterday i decided to be cool. I had to drop off my lab paper in lederle grad tower. Its 16 floors high. i wasn't exactly sure which floor i was supposed to drop it off at, but i had done it once before, so i had an idea. I though it was around 14 15 or 16. so i take the elevator to the 15th. nope, not there. I walk down the stairs to the 14th. Nope not there. I decide to walk up to the 16th, just in case. Not there. So now I'm like, damn, this sucks. So i have to go all the way to the first to see where my teacher's mailbox is. So I'm like, 16 floors isn't that many, especially when you're going down. So i decide to walk down the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I get down there and find out its on the 11th floor... my bad.
Now come the really stupid part.
i decide, hey, i just walked down 16 stories, i can walk up 11 can't i? SURE! and so it began. First 3 flights easy peasy, no harder than walking up to my room. 4th and 5th i can start to feel my muscles working a bit harder and my breath becomes a bit heavy.
6th story... 7th story, ugh, this is sucking now... 8th story, panting hard, maybe sweating a little, but determined not to give up since i'd gone so far. 8 1/2 stories... OK, now I'm on fear factor. (for anyone who hasn't seen the show, its just this male reality game show where you do stunts to try and win money, Joe something is the host) I hear my competeitors yelling for me to quit. Joe is all like "its cool abby, 8 flights of stairs is a lot, go ahead and just drop." and in my head I'm like "nope, its cool guys, I'm just taking my time!" and Joe's all like "2 minutes left, you'd better hurry... jeeze guys she's looking tired think she'll make it?" "no way, she's going to fall right now." "NO I"M NOT!" and i keep going.
9th story. Only two left to go. i hear my competitors screaming in my ear. my legs are getting weak and sore. I'm having to stop every 10 steps or so. 10th floor, OH NO, someone walks out the door and heads for the 11th floor! now i realize how stupid i must look, panting, sweating, my face all red, my legs quivvering, Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. i watch him go up the stairs and i just smile like " heh, hi there, ya, just keep going... nothing to look at."
Finally 11th floor. I burst through the staircase door and head for the mail box room. i dig through my bag get my lab, staple it shove it in the mail box panting. Suddenly, what's that? can it be? yes, a fridge! a mini fridge! and is there... yes! there's water! full bottles! but they must be someone's... ah hell... i just climbed 11 flights of stairs, i need it!. i grab it and race towards the elevator. I go to open the bottle and OH NO. Its opened! AHHH. DAMMIT. its probably some old nasty professors... but god, its so cold... so wet... so.. in my hand... So i drink it... awell. I was thirsty...
I hop the elevator, and the people just kinda look at me like oook... I'm probably still redfaced and panting, but whatever, thank god for elevators.
Moral of the story... something I'm sure... but whatever, my legs hurt too much to think.
Now come the really stupid part.
i decide, hey, i just walked down 16 stories, i can walk up 11 can't i? SURE! and so it began. First 3 flights easy peasy, no harder than walking up to my room. 4th and 5th i can start to feel my muscles working a bit harder and my breath becomes a bit heavy.
6th story... 7th story, ugh, this is sucking now... 8th story, panting hard, maybe sweating a little, but determined not to give up since i'd gone so far. 8 1/2 stories... OK, now I'm on fear factor. (for anyone who hasn't seen the show, its just this male reality game show where you do stunts to try and win money, Joe something is the host) I hear my competeitors yelling for me to quit. Joe is all like "its cool abby, 8 flights of stairs is a lot, go ahead and just drop." and in my head I'm like "nope, its cool guys, I'm just taking my time!" and Joe's all like "2 minutes left, you'd better hurry... jeeze guys she's looking tired think she'll make it?" "no way, she's going to fall right now." "NO I"M NOT!" and i keep going.
9th story. Only two left to go. i hear my competitors screaming in my ear. my legs are getting weak and sore. I'm having to stop every 10 steps or so. 10th floor, OH NO, someone walks out the door and heads for the 11th floor! now i realize how stupid i must look, panting, sweating, my face all red, my legs quivvering, Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. i watch him go up the stairs and i just smile like " heh, hi there, ya, just keep going... nothing to look at."
Finally 11th floor. I burst through the staircase door and head for the mail box room. i dig through my bag get my lab, staple it shove it in the mail box panting. Suddenly, what's that? can it be? yes, a fridge! a mini fridge! and is there... yes! there's water! full bottles! but they must be someone's... ah hell... i just climbed 11 flights of stairs, i need it!. i grab it and race towards the elevator. I go to open the bottle and OH NO. Its opened! AHHH. DAMMIT. its probably some old nasty professors... but god, its so cold... so wet... so.. in my hand... So i drink it... awell. I was thirsty...
I hop the elevator, and the people just kinda look at me like oook... I'm probably still redfaced and panting, but whatever, thank god for elevators.
Moral of the story... something I'm sure... but whatever, my legs hurt too much to think.