Those kids should try what we had through most of school – benches. We leant on the desk behind us if it was close enough. Even now, most public schools have them in Kerala. I know of lots of schools in Northern India especially, where they sit on mud floors.
For a while when I was teaching, we had desks where the desk top and seat were attached with a singe weld. One day as I watched from the front of the room a young man was slowly sinking out of sight as the weld gave way and the desk and the seat folded together. A student couldn’t rock in them, but he could be eviscerated.
The first office chair I got at one workplace was the one that was left over after the prior person left and the grand office supply shuffle was finished. It had a bad caster, could be adjusted up in height (and had to be at least hourly) only by standing on the bottom arms and pulling up while manipulating the little height-arm; and it did tilt back. Always. With no return pressure. I brought mine from home until a new one arrived!
PS: In order to assure that a new one was ordered, I brought the one I’d salvaged from the dump some years back. It was upholstered in bright green naugahyde that had been reduced in price… a lot… when I got it done. Bright green. (I was sitting on it, so it didn’t inflict itself on my vision!)
I always wanted to have guts. Then I read Ernest Hemingway’s definition of guts as grace under pressure. I pondered this a while, and I pondered my life, which seemed plenty full of pressure, and realized it wasn’t guts I wanted at all. It was grace.
Guts is a powerful cocktail, but it’s just one cocktail. Grace is Pappy Van Winkle bourbon. It makes everything it touches good.
Nachikethass almost 5 years ago
Those kids should try what we had through most of school – benches. We leant on the desk behind us if it was close enough. Even now, most public schools have them in Kerala. I know of lots of schools in Northern India especially, where they sit on mud floors.
Ceeg22 Premium Member almost 5 years ago
A lesson for the kid
flyertom almost 5 years ago
We had those flip-top desks, complete with inkwell, with elaborate cast iron bases that made such a glorious noise when dragged across the floor.
Richard S Russell Premium Member almost 5 years ago
Ever notice how most rolling chairs now have 5 legs? I understood that was supposed to be for stability.
sandpiper almost 5 years ago
Maybe the 5th legs were added because there weren’t enough chairs to use them and the manufacturer did not want leftover inventory
cissycox almost 5 years ago
For a while when I was teaching, we had desks where the desk top and seat were attached with a singe weld. One day as I watched from the front of the room a young man was slowly sinking out of sight as the weld gave way and the desk and the seat folded together. A student couldn’t rock in them, but he could be eviscerated.
StackableContainers almost 5 years ago
The kid’s argument only has validity if equality and fairness are treated as assumptions.
asrialfeeple almost 5 years ago
Rank has it’s privileges.
pjsdoghouse2003 almost 5 years ago
I had a handy wall to tip against.
Concretionist almost 5 years ago
The first office chair I got at one workplace was the one that was left over after the prior person left and the grand office supply shuffle was finished. It had a bad caster, could be adjusted up in height (and had to be at least hourly) only by standing on the bottom arms and pulling up while manipulating the little height-arm; and it did tilt back. Always. With no return pressure. I brought mine from home until a new one arrived!
PS: In order to assure that a new one was ordered, I brought the one I’d salvaged from the dump some years back. It was upholstered in bright green naugahyde that had been reduced in price… a lot… when I got it done. Bright green. (I was sitting on it, so it didn’t inflict itself on my vision!)
GreggW Premium Member almost 5 years ago
RHIP, punk.
Jeff0811 almost 5 years ago
Busted, now he has to buy one for every other principal in the school.
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] almost 5 years ago
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I always wanted to have guts. Then I read Ernest Hemingway’s definition of guts as grace under pressure. I pondered this a while, and I pondered my life, which seemed plenty full of pressure, and realized it wasn’t guts I wanted at all. It was grace.
Guts is a powerful cocktail, but it’s just one cocktail. Grace is Pappy Van Winkle bourbon. It makes everything it touches good.