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the hard tiles floor of the hall ‘dead legs’ and ‘fizzy feet’ from sitting too long on the hard floorthe funny steps up on to the stage how they sounded out hands on heads on the desks and the smell of the desk and my own armshands behind backsthe knobby textured surface of the brown cast plastic chairsrunning my nail across themhands behind back meant hooking arms behind the back of the chair and sort of leaning back into it…like it was a scaffold for your body to be uprightit felt sort if comforting and like being at rest sometimes - generally a pause - a waitsitting on concrete steps outside the school waiting to be let in, a sheltering place in winter, between brick walls, the surfaces sucking the warmth out of skinsitting on warmed, dry tarmac of the playground in summer feeling the warmth on the back of my legs, the smell of my own knees legs tucked up in front of me, wearing shorts and plimsolls waiting for sports lesson to begin

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the hard tiles floor of the hall ‘dead legs’ and ‘fizzy feet’ from sitting too long on the hard floorthe funny steps up on to the stage how they sounded out hands on heads on the desks and the smell of the desk and my own armshands behind backsthe knobby textured surface of the brown cast plastic chairsrunning my nail across themhands behind back meant hooking arms behind the back of the chair and sort of leaning back into it…like it was a scaffold for your body to be uprightit felt sort if comforting and like being at rest sometimes - generally a pause - a waitsitting on concrete steps outside the school waiting to be let in, a sheltering place in winter, between brick walls, the surfaces sucking the warmth out of skinsitting on warmed, dry tarmac of the playground in summer feeling the warmth on the back of my legs, the smell of my own knees legs tucked up in front of me, wearing shorts and plimsolls waiting for sports lesson to begin

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Each stage of school; primary, secondary, college, was a different experience (universe) as sitting was viewed or treated differently.

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feeling crushed on the carpet, knees on my back

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feeling crushed on the carpet, knees on my back

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I remember sitting at the top of a large staircase waiting to do an entrance exam. I remember sitting with my legs tight together, sitting up tall. I think I was trying to look less working class.

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I remember sitting at the top of a large staircase waiting to do an entrance exam. I remember sitting with my legs tight together, sitting up tall. I think I was trying to look less working class.

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becoming more aware of body when being asked NOT to move...

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becoming more aware of body when being asked NOT to move...

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wanting to move

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Sitting sitting sitting sitting, aching hip joints, sounds from around the house; in my school assembly was in a big hall with lines of chairs. Why didn't we sit on the floor? Were we being turned into well-mannered citizens?  I don't sit on the floor enough. The floor supports me. My earliest memories are of different floors in our house, different coverings. The kitchen floor was lino tiles; it was hard and cold to the touch but I think I must have liked its firmness because I lay on it a lot. I remember having a really big tantrum on that floor, I can’t have been more than 3, and having a sort of out of body experience. I could see myself screaming a shouting and yet there was another part of me watching as if from a long way away.

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Sitting sitting sitting sitting, aching hip joints, sounds from around the house; in my school assembly was in a big hall with lines of chairs. Why didn't we sit on the floor? Were we being turned into well-mannered citizens?  I don't sit on the floor enough. The floor supports me. My earliest memories are of different floors in our house, different coverings. The kitchen floor was lino tiles; it was hard and cold to the touch but I think I must have liked its firmness because I lay on it a lot. I remember having a really big tantrum on that floor, I can’t have been more than 3, and having a sort of out of body experience. I could see myself screaming a shouting and yet there was another part of me watching as if from a long way away.

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go and sit over there away from [friend's name]

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go and sit over there away from [friend's name]

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cross your arms and legs

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sit down and be quiet

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Crossed legs

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Asseyez vous mes enfant

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Ssh, cross legs, fingers on lips!

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Turn around and face the front.

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Stop rocking back on that chair.

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Just sit still whilst I put this plaster on. 

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Just sit still whilst I put this plaster on. 

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You're taking up too much space, shuffle backwards and make room for others.

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sitting facing someone is so intense.