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.
A lesson for the kid
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.
Ever notice how most rolling chairs now have 5 legs? I understood that was supposed to be for stability.
Maybe the 5th legs were added because there weren’t enough chairs to use them and the manufacturer did not want leftover inventory
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 kid’s argument only has validity if equality and fairness are treated as assumptions.
Rank has it’s privileges.
I had a handy wall to tip against.
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!)
Busted, now he has to buy one for every other principal in the school.
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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.
July 31, 2013