Assigned seats in high school were the worst.
I mean, sure, most students would usually choose to sit in the same approximate place every day anyway, right? But having a teacher require that we sit in a particular seat for his or her class was so, like, whatever.
I endured several unpleasant seating arrangements over the years: front and center facing the teacher’s podium for five straight months, behind a strange dude who would turn around and yank my pen out of my hand while I was trying to take notes, in front of a guy who would sometimes run his fingers through my long hair for a good portion of the class period. (Um, awkward.)
The worst, though, was when I made the mistake one year of taking a seat in the second-to-the-last row on the first day. The boy I thought I loved—who had broken up with me just two days prior—sat behind me, surrounded by his friends who had never liked me.
The teacher announced that the seats we’d chosen were going to be permanent.
Every day, Ex-BF and his friends made jokes at my expense and/or carried on loud discussions about allllllllllllll the (probably invented, I now realize) girls he’d hooked up with after dumping me. Every day, I hated my life and wished that I’d had the foresight to choose another seat when I’d had the chance.
My awful-seating-arrangement story has a happy(ish) ending, though. When the semester was finally over, I transferred out of that class and away from those jerkwads forever. Hooray!
Does anyone else out there have a story to share? Please tell us! What was the worst assigned seat you ever had to endure?