i must find ways to defy these chairs!… perhaps bringing cushions to sit on might work…
at least now it all makes sense as to why they make us sit on those uncomfortable chairs at school… the mystery has been solved!
Prof. ZZZ on
March 3rd, 2008 5:54 pm
Oddly enough, I’ve never known teenagers to have the slightest trouble nodding off in their hard, cold, plastic chairs.
Anonymous on
March 3rd, 2008 10:17 pm
Its the same way with school. The most uncomfortable chairs in the world, it doesn’t make us move any faster though.
Sister Mary on
March 4th, 2008 2:05 am
And then people like me were created. One of my friends told me that I could take any chair or place in the house and make it comfortable. I have noticed people always want my spot. If the chair isn’t comfortable, I just get in the floor and nap. I love to sleep. I could do so anywhere. I have even mastered being lazy and kids still loving me. My niece and nephew and their freinds love for me to pretend to be their dog. (They don’t have a real one). I play dead, and they have me a funeral. I can get one of these funerals to last for up to an hour. Laziness is all that keeps me going- if that makes sense?
Anonymous on
April 18th, 2008 6:43 pm
I need to get one of my co-workers a chair like this. She’s always falling asleep at work. She finally wakes herself up when her head falls…ha!
i must find ways to defy these chairs!… perhaps bringing cushions to sit on might work…
at least now it all makes sense as to why they make us sit on those uncomfortable chairs at school… the mystery has been solved!
Oddly enough, I’ve never known teenagers to have the slightest trouble nodding off in their hard, cold, plastic chairs.
Its the same way with school. The most uncomfortable chairs in the world, it doesn’t make us move any faster though.
And then people like me were created. One of my friends told me that I could take any chair or place in the house and make it comfortable. I have noticed people always want my spot. If the chair isn’t comfortable, I just get in the floor and nap. I love to sleep. I could do so anywhere. I have even mastered being lazy and kids still loving me. My niece and nephew and their freinds love for me to pretend to be their dog. (They don’t have a real one). I play dead, and they have me a funeral. I can get one of these funerals to last for up to an hour. Laziness is all that keeps me going- if that makes sense?
I need to get one of my co-workers a chair like this. She’s always falling asleep at work. She finally wakes herself up when her head falls…ha!