My butt hurts with the memories

i was flipping through my copy of my latest law school magazine. I don't really read any of the articles but it is nice seeing the places i used to hang out. what stood out was the courtyard where i spent many many hours is now covered (i knew about that) but that they have nice cushy chairs and couches now. i remember how badly my tailbone hurt after sitting in the rickety unpadded wooden chairs. all of them were either built to fit someone much smaller than me, or with a weird curve in the back that messed up your back. now i know they fit some people, i just didnt happen to be one of them. but on the other hand, i imagine i would have spent more time there and less time studying if i had these apparently faux leather thrones.