It takes 68 steps to get to my very America's Next Top Model-esque room.
68 steps. Sixty-eight!
It doesn't matter that I've already had one month's practice under my belt, I'm still huffing and puffing by the time I make it to my haven of bunk beds. I have re-think every trip to the bathroom (one flight down), or the classroom (three flights down), or the servery (five flights down).
At least I re-think every mid-afternoon or night snack.
And I'm just thankful I don't have to climb the ladder flight of stairs to the top bunk.