Seat stealers beware: a warning from the wise

 

By Jessy Cooper
April 15, 2008

 

The world has not been turned upside down, but there was definitely someone sitting in my seat. It took me by surprise. This could get interesting.

 

I have the urge to defend my seat. I’ve thought about it, but in all reality, French class is not the place for a full-out brawl. We could break out the text books and the dictionaries. I can’t foresee a real battle going down.

 

It is my seat. They should know better. This single person has disrupted my learning environment, and they have no idea the impact they are imposing.

 

Who do they think they are? Why should they dictate my new seats? Do they have to power to alter what has been for the past eight months? I don’t think so.

 

That was my seat.

 

They even taught us in Psychology that sitting in the same spot of a classroom could help trigger certain memories of lessons learned in that seat. I need all of the help I can get this year.

 

How can you part a girl and her ritual seat?

 

I am a creature of habit. I like having a routine and knowing what is going on before I dive in to the school day.

 

It’s the fourth quarter so everyone has finally settled in, and now focusing on moving out of this school year. I’m already a junior, so most of my teachers have abandoned the assigned seating chart by now. I could walk into any of my classes and sit wherever I want.

 

But I don’t.

 

I walk in, and sit in the same exact desk, every single day, in all of my classes. I’ll keep my front and center status in some classes, but i habitually gravitate toward the back of the room in others that  I am not as confident in. It has been a good system for me. It has worked really well. I don’t even think about it anymore, until someone tries to disrupt my routine.

 

Change like that just does not sit well with me. I was just getting used to all of the changes this year, like driving, ridiculous course loads and growing up. I don’t want to have to change the little things, like where I sit, too.

 

The way I see it, I have two choices of action. I can fight the change. I could stand firm in my ways and throw her books off the desk, sit down and refuse to move.

 

Or I can learn to live with it. These changes and obstacles in my daily routine are just going to keep popping up, and it is probably best I learn to adjust as quickly as possible.

 

My seats will change, and then the next thing you know I won’t even recognize the classroom. Adapting as quickly as possible is going to be necessary, because before I know it I am going to be drowned by all of these changes.

 

So I’ll just find a seat in the back. It’s the cool place to sit anyway.