i hate my crap chair. i hate it. but i must sit in it until i am 18, when the law stops pushing me into it with a stick. i can't tell anyone it's crap, because either they wont listen or they will put me in a different chair. different, but no less crap.i am in danger of falling on the floor, too. if the crap chair doesnt break then i will. i am scared. i am so so scared. what is wrong with me? is...