Two years ago, I expressed thankfulness for the adrenaline rush my fellow Honors European Studies classmates and I would get from speeding to fifth period to snag the few coveted plush chairs in Mrs. Cooke’s room. Now, with the arrival of our new school, and with it, new desks and chairs, I must (once again) give thanks to the committee who decided to purchase them.

It may seem like an insignificant choice in comparison to all the decisions that have to be made with an entirely new school. However, as I think most students know, the type of chairs we have to sit in for six hours a day is incredibly important.

The old chairs were terrible. No one wants to sit with their legs scrunched up for hours on end, or their back unsupported by a back-rest titled at an unnatural angle. And let’s not forget the material those crummy old chairs were made of; I don’t think anyone enjoyed the old horribly cold, hard plastic that inevitably left a bruise if you sat down too quickly.

So you could imagine my glee when I walked into class on the first day of school, and was welcomed with awesome new chairs, replacing their old, mismatched and uncomfortable predecessors.

In these new chairs, I no longer feel like might as well be sitting on the floor. Now, being higher up, I feel more noticeable and involved in the class (especially since now it’s harder to cower behind the person in front of me when I don’t know an answer).

But my favorite addition to the chairs has to be the footrests. Before the introduction of these glorious new pedestals, I never really knew what to do with my legs. I was always debating whether I should stretch my legs and risk hitting the feet of the person in front of me, or rest my feet on the chair and have my knew pressed into my chest. Now, it’s simple. My feet have a home and they can fidget in peace.

So, thank you to the committee who made the final say and brought these new chairs to Liberty; they have my stamp of approval.