After getting mostly moved in in July, the chair had been taken. I’m not really sure why, but it was no longer in my room. A couple of weeks before school started, my principal told me that a chair would be ordered for me. I hadn’t worried too much about it, but I was glad I’d be getting one. Here’s our conversation…
Principal – We need to order you a new desk chair.
Me – Oh, ok.
Principal – Tell Rosana what you want, and she’ll get it for you.
Me – Oh I don’t care, whatever is fine.
Principal – No no, your room has a color scheme so pick out the color you want.
Me – Well, lime, light blue, or brown works. (smirking)
Rosana – We can probably find you a brown chair the easiest. Come by and pick one out.
Me – I don’t need to pick it out, just get whatever you’ve been ordering. That’s fine with me.
Just before school started, the chair arrived and the office asked me to come by and get it. I was shocked to find that it was a giant, executive-type chair, and to be honest a little embarrassed wheeling it down the hallway to my classroom. Who am I to get a chair like this – the principal and asst. principal have a chair like this.
This chair is enormous and barely fits behind my desk. I can make it work if it’s pushed in under the desk. But because it’s so tall, when I pull the chair out it gets stuck and opens up all the drawers. I’ve resorted to keeping it out, so now it’s just in the away. Yesterday, I acquired a large bruise on my outer thigh trying to climb over it to get to the book shelf behind it. I’m ashamed to admit that I kicked its wheels in frustration.
In its defense, the chair is so very comfortable. I don’t sit down much during the school day, but it is a welcome sight when I return to my room after dismissal. Certain people come into my room just to sit in this chair under the guise of “Do you mind if I check something on your computer?”. It’s a nice chair. Very big, but very nice.