Take the stairs, you lard.

As of this morning, elevator access has been taken away from all juniors during the school day. And quite frankly, I have very little problem with this. Living on the sixth floor of the dorm not only gives you excellent views of a person's backyard, but it also gives you plenty of reasons to complain apparently. (And that is what everyone is looking for these days, isn't it?) By taking the stairs, I am hoping to have muscular legs and an excellent heart within the next few days. No heart attacks for Primrose, please.

But, for you dang art school children who have never been forced to exercise: suck it up. The stairs are much more beneficial than your moving box full of lard.