This might be one of my laziest moments in my life so far. I'm almost ashamed to admit this happend, but it's too funny to keep to myself...

I was coming from class on the seond floor of a building on campus. I was feeling tired from pulling an all nighter, but I decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. I made it down the first flight of stairs then as I was walking I began to feel a tinge annoyed with every step that I descended. By the time I reached the last landing before the ground floor I found myself stopping. Then, I came to a dead hault. I think to myself, "I'm done with these stairs. I really don't want to walk them anymore!" But what can I do? I can't stay standing on the landing forver.
We got out of class early today because it is the day before spring break and she didn't have a lot she wanted to teach, in other words the stairs were empty besides myself. I look around and listen closely to ensure this as a fact. Once i check the door below me to see if anyone is about to come up the stairs I fix my backpack securely on both shoulders, swing my leg over the banister in the middle of the stairs and slide down to the bottom. Once I reached the bottom I checked up the stairs and outside the door again, but this ime it was to make sure no one witnessed the laziest moment that I have let happen in my life.