#Microblog Mondays 6: School Desk PTSD.


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Owen’s school had curriculum night a few weeks ago, and I went to his classroom to meet his teacher. We got to sit at our kid’s desk while his teacher made his presentation.

Whereas last year in kindergarten he had just a table and a chair, this year Owen has an actual desk, with a slot underneath the writing surface where he can store books and papers and his markers and scissors and pencil case.

Like this.



I HATE THESE DESKS. When I was in school, all my papers would get crumpled and lost in the back, and without a visual reminder, I’d inevitably end up missing homework assignments because they were stuck in there. It was messy and cramped and I loathed how messy they got.

Within moments of looking underneath, seeing his extra papers stuck in the back, I was back there, in school, stuck in the fourth grade, my name on the board with a warning for missing a homework assignment.

So a warning. School desk PTSD is a very real thing if you were a student like I was: relatively smart, but very unorganized. And something as simple as “curriculum night” could make it all come rushing back.

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5 Responses to #Microblog Mondays 6: School Desk PTSD.

  1. Katherine A says:

    Yes, yes! I can’t say how many things I lost in similar desks. And there’s not really enough space for everything either…

  2. Mel says:

    I will admit that I love those desks because I build ENORMOUS Elmer’s glue sculptures inside. And I could no longer do this in middle school because we had those open desks. But through elementary school: too many glue sculptures to count. I really see them as my unfulfilled calling.

  3. Justine says:

    I found myself unable to speak unless I raise my hand. Oh, yes … those desks.

  4. a says:

    I had a similar experience in first grade with the shoving of the papers – I was so terrible that I took up an entire second desk! Fortunately, I don’t have PTSD because they were all finished assignments. However, I was glad to transition to those particular desks – the metal was much more conducive to making Elmer’s glue creations (like Mel) than our previous wooden ones!

  5. Deathstar says:

    In high school, there was the inevitable lump of sunflower seed husks…ewwwww.

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