The Couch graced the Journalism Office at Our Humble High School for 6 years. A reject from the faculty dining room, where it had accommodated commodious faculty derrières since the mid-'70s, The Couch became a general journalista gathering place & HQ for hanky-panky.
No, Mrs. Scribe decidedly does not encourage hanky-panky, per se. It's just that with 3 classrooms to control for two-thirds of the 15 years I've hung out at Our Humble High School (we went thru a Journalism Empire Reduction because of overcrowding, so now the kingdom is down to 2 rooms), you know how it goes...
So does wanton destruction & stuffing pulling-out. In fact, over the life of the Journalism Couch, I think we witnessed more crapping up of the couch than consensual kiddie canoodling.
Take a gander at the above snap. The sign clearly states, "I am a couch. I have feelings." That poor piece of bedraggled furniture must have been in quite a bit of pain.