By Anton Konevski
How do they work? Who’s pulling the ropes? Why aren’t there any windows? I was recently put on crutches by a motorcycle and decided that I would take the two months to try to answer these age-old questions. But just like the millions of scientists and philosophers that came before me, my data failed to lead me to any definitive answers. I did, however, gain an interesting perspective on elevator use at Berkeley City College. As I slowly crutched into the school people were very nice: they would hold doors open and ask me what happened, but once I reached the elevators, their attitudes would quickly change. It seemed that the urge to reserve their spot in the elevator was a priority. I would stand there in the group of other students, and once the doors opened they just walked around me and got in. There were many times when I would have to wait three turns to be able to board the elevator. (For some reason three seemed to be the magic number.) I’m not trying to say that the students and faculty doing this are bad people; I just think that we all need to pay more attention to our surroundings. I doubt anyone is thinking “Oh that guy is on crutches, so he’s not going to be able to make it in there very fast. I’ll just walk around him and take his spot.” It probably just happens automatically and without much thought. It’s very possible that I’ve done the same thing in the past. But there are people that I met while I was waiting for everyone else to get on. These people are still in wheelchairs, on crutches, and with walkers. They have to use the elevator. Our leisure shouldn’t come at a price of someone losing access to a service that they depend on. Take the stairs if you can. The exercise is good for you.