208 Stairs

The first day of school is suppose to be exciting with a dash of fear. You are suppose to get to class a little late, get the syllabus and do a little meet and greet in each class. Today did not go as planned for me.
I got up early, so that I would be ontime to class, leaving me adequate time to find my class and find a parking spot. I had pre-found a parking lot that would be ideal for my needs, and then this morning happened. The first thing I tried to do was take 800N that was my first mistake. There is no left turn light on this intersection of 8th and Univ. so the line was a block long to turn and it wasn't really going anywhere fast. So I flip a U-y and head up Bulldog toward campus. Only to find traffic just as horrendous. I then finally reach my pre-arranged lot only to find it long past full and almost impossible to escape from. So, I go in search of an additional lot and traffic is stopping me and there are pedestrians everywhere, so I see a Y lot, as my parking pass designates, and I pull in to find it almost full, but I get a spot at the very back. I then cross the street to find my way to campus from this foreign lot. I see stairs going up a hill toward campus and I know that it is the only way to get up there unless I want to make a serious backtrack 1/2 mile. So I start going up the stairs from hell that do not seem to end, going slower than all the other students that are hopping up the stairs two at a time... HOPPING!!! I get to the top of the stairs and I can't breathe, I go for the inhaler, EMPTY. This is just wrong. I try to breathe anyway and it ends up with lots and lots of coughing. I get to my first class still out of breathe and for the first half an hour of class I am coughing every two to three seconds because my lungs are dying for an inhaler.
I go to my next class and I find myself once again faced with stairs, 37 to be exact, and they were just as unpleasant as the first set, if 118 steps shorter. I survive this, but my lungs remind me that they hate me. Next class, on the third floor, up another set of 15 stairs. Then not only do I have to come up these stairs, but I have to go back down. That means that I really took like 416 stairs today.
I don't remember what my teachers said or if I have a paper due tomorrow, I remember that everyday for the next four months, I am going to have to go up and down 208 stairs.
It goes on my list of reasons why I hate BYU. Slowly killing students, one stair at a time.