So before I get about to checking my students' final exams and some backlog quizzes, I decided to clear my space and clear my mind. It seems to have become a ritual for me. I just couldn't start checking with all the mess around me.
My space, by the way, is that spare room on the ground floor which I call my mess room. It houses all my stuff that get used regularly, and so are impossible to keep neat and still in any shelf. This room becomes messy no sooner than I have cleaned it up. All my precious things are in here. Books of all types, arts and crafts things, souvenirs, framed photos, baubles, and many more. It's like a little shop. Little shop of horror.
Last night I couldn't sleep. This clear-up thing was bugging me. That's me. When I wanna start on something and I couldn't wait to get started, I couldn't sleep. So I get started anyway, even at midnight and down to the wee hours of the morning.
I started with the books. I do have lots of books. Some I've read once. Some over and over. Some never. So I put together books of similar subjects and types. Then with the handouts. I threw away most since I wouldn't be using them anymore. I'm freeing my mind of the possibilities. And if ever, I could easily make new ones anyway.
|My mini-library, or the half of it.|
|My bags, hanging from the bag holders I purchased from my friend Lynette G.|
|My students' rock art projects back from when I taught Humanities I.|
|Old photos tacked on to a wooden wine box that serves as a book end as well.|
|Coated wire rack used in bookstores for holding greeting cards.|
Last Christmas I bought some plastic boxes like crazy. My husband would tease me whenever I came home with at least two of them. They were on sale, buy one take one. I'm happy that I "hoarded", because at the onstart of the year I saw the same boxes at the mall, priced twice as much, per. I use these plastic boxes to keep loose ends. Those items that I couldn't attend to at present I stuff inside the boxes, with the thought in mind that I shall get back to them when I have the time. At least they are contained for the meantime, and I know exactly where to find them.
|I love these stackable plastic boxes that come in various colors. |
I knew I should have gotten more when they were on sale.
These boxes hold my scrapbook materials.
|Sofa by day, bed by night.|
When I finally got up I was feeling braced for the day. I'm now ready to take on the next battle: checking and computing grades. When I'm done with these tasks, I'm ready for summer. And the next phase of my life.###