That image is really sus though wtf
Yep fetish driven art
I have an unethical proposal: give students chairs that are not totally crappy and can be adjusted, and if we are really decadent even have the option of leaning back on them.
Genuinely might bankrupt some school districts
Most students would already be happy if they had clean and working toilets, ceilings not in danger of falling on their heads and enough teachers that they didn’t need to sit with more than 30 other kids in the same classroom.
Compared to this, fancy furniture is pretty low on the list…
YOU GET A HERMAN MILLER!! YOU GET A HERMAN MILLER!!!
Our school had the ruglaf shitty chair but that had a curved bar connecting the two back legs, so you could rock backwards a bit safely and pretty much physically couldnt tip over backwards even if you tried.
when I was in kindergarten a kid always leaned back in his chair. the teacher constantly scolded him for doing it.
one day she has to go to the next class over to grab some supplies. kid leans back in his chair. they just waxed the floors. chair slips out from under him and he falls headfirst onto the floor.
I still remember the cracking sound when his skull split open. blood gushed out of the back of his head while he laid there, twitching. the room was silent. you know how fucked up a situation is when a classroom of 30 kindergartners is dead silent. pool of blood is growing around him, probably about as big as he is. his blond hair is matted and sticky with the blood.
teacher came back, was calm and called for help. ambulance shows up and the EMTs along with this boys sobbing parents cart him out on a stretcher.
kid shows up like four months later. serious TBI, his eyes are all fucked up and talks with a bit of a slur/impediment. we were kind of friends before that but he never talked to me after. looking back he might have just forgot about me due to the TBI.
never lean back in your chair.
“Hello 911? It’s me, teacher. … Yeah. … Yeah, yeah, yeah, another one. … Okay, see you in a minute.”
Nobody told me I’d become a girl
Well, half of one.
I do remember one of my classmates leaning back too far and falling backwards. Of course, my fourteen year old brain found it appropriate to immediately laugh at him, but when I realised he was convulsing, I instantly regretted that. He was fine, just bumped his head on the desk behind him.
I got a nasty cut in my bed from falling in a chair (spinning, not leaning back) and I probably should have gotten stitches, but my parents were having a custody battle and the people watching me didn’t want that influencing it. I was fine, but pretty sure that’s the most blood I’ve lost in a day by well over an order of magnitude.
Of course that did not stop me from spinning or leaning back in chairs.
Meanwhile, my nephew was brought to the hospital via emergency room and signed off sick for the next two weeks, because the class cabinet door spontaneously fell on him.
“Spontaneously” I bet he leaned on the chair! /s
Jokes said, hope your nephew get well soon! This sounds fucked up.
It was already a few years ago.
But he also has really bad luck in this regard.
While moving around the desks to a new sitting arrangement a while later, one of them tipped over and he tried to catch it.
Table edge broke his hand while hitting the floor… 🫣
I had a teacher who got sick of me leaning back in the chair, so he got a chair with the front legs cut off for me. He figured that would teach me a lesson and make me sick of it. Joke’s on him though, I could finally sit comfortably in the shitty wooden chairs by leaning back.
I can’t remember anything
Can’t tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops meNow that the school is through with me
I’m waking up, I cannot see
That there’s not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain nowHold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake meBack in the womb it’s much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can’t look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I’ll liveFed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a schooltime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from meHold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake meNow the world is gone, I’m just one
Oh God, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, help meDarkness
Imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cellSchool chair
Has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hellMy 4 year old son once leaned too far backwards and fell over in one of our heavy wooden dining chairs. He was dazed but thankfully ok.
But the back of the dining chair was completely broken.I managed to salvage it as a stool by sawing off the remains of the back. But whenever my kids now ask why we only have three dining chairs, I tell them in graphic detail about what happened the last time when someone was wobbling on their chair.
