a reply to: DigginFoTroof
The seating at every educational establishment I have ever attended, was, from kindergarten to college age, utterly appalling.
The small chairs and desks in primary school were far too small. I could not get my knees under the desks, and the chairs were so small, that when
sat down in those chairs, my knees would be up around my damned ears! So, I had to lean over because the desk was too small to get my legs under, and
I had to navigate my arms around my knees to do any actual work. This is not quite relevant to the specific subject matter, but our primary school had
what it jokingly referred to, as a swimming pool. I am sure smaller individuals than I was, could have swum perfectly well in it. But every time I
tried to do a breast stroke, my knees would bash off the bottom of the pool. Every time I would do a front crawl, my feet would kick off the bottom,
hurting my toes and putting me off getting in the pool at all. For me, that thing was barely more than a paddling pool. I could kneel on the bottom of
it, and have everything from the waist upward poking out of the water, so for me it was pretty damned close to unusable.
In secondary school, things were not that much better, although the furniture was at least made for people my size. Of course, it was all poorly
built, badly designed, and did TERRIBLE things to my back. The seats were often angled just a little toward the back, which meant that if you needed
to lean forward to get at your work properly, you were having to fight that angle, which lead to an awful lot of strain in the back and the hips, and
dead legs if you weren't careful. The tables were somewhat less terrible, being as they were the correct height to work on.
Often, the chairs, which featured tubular steel frames, with plastic seats and backs, would suffer some manner of structural integrity failure, from
being dropped, thrown, or used as a bludgeon. This meant that occasionally you would sit down, and have your buttocks pinched between two halves of a
broken seat, or have a shard of plastic from where a piece of the seat had just sheared right off, poke you uncomfortably in the crotch.
The only class rooms I have ever been in, where I was physically comfortable enough to get anything meaningful done, was science class rooms. Both my
secondary school, and the college I went to afterward, in order to get my basic qualifications after the clusterbang that was my secondary education
failed to prepare me to do so, had science blocks with proper lab benches made of thick wood, with sinks and gas taps and electrical outlets, all of
which were built BIG, and tall. This meant that the chairs had to be about the height of the sort of chair you would see at a traditional pub or bar,
the kind you don't sit down onto, the sort you just shuffle onto sideways and rest your arse on.
They had no angle at all, simple wood and steel construction, and were PERFECT in terms of height relative to the benches, making getting things done
far more comfortable. But, that's about it. Every other piece of furniture, from kindergarten to college was an absolute bloody disaster waiting to
happen, either broken from improper use, or designed to damage the people using them.