Or at least tries to…
My room is a complete shambles.
And, no, Anna-Liza, I don’t mean my usual “oh, I need to get some filing done and straighten the books” that usually gets me crazy – and which for most people would not even be considered “messy.
No. It’s a disaster.
There are teetering piles of papers, books, and assorted school debris all over every available flat surface. Mixed into the piles are old family photos, a huge unwieldy family tree, art supplies, drawings, clippings… all of them related to one school project or another. The desk – one corner of which serves as my nightstand – is covered with pens, pencils, markers, post-its, and – on the corner that serves as my nightstand – an ever-more precarious pile of Terry Pratchett paperbacks. The table is piled with binders, notebooks, and more papers – and a salt shaker, fabric napkins, and chopsticks, since I eat here too.
There are towels on the back of the chair. There is a pile of discarded papers on the floor next to the trash can (the trash can itself being full). I haven’t seen my sewing machine in months (I know it’s in the room somewhere). The bed has been in a permanent state of unmade since before finals started two months ago.
And there is a thick blanket of dust everywhere. I’m sure it has been seven or eight months since I dusted and maybe longer since I vaccuumed.
As Bette Davis would say, “What a dump.”
This morning, there was a knock on my door and the two exchange students were there, wondering about hooking up to the innernets and needing some code that was mysteriouslyhidden in the wires and such on the desk.
And I was embarassed to let them into the room.
Thankfully, the fabric and yarn is all neatly organized and stashed in the closet, safe from dust and possible coveting by the Danes. At least I have my priorities straight.
So, this weekend I’ll be trying to restore some order to the chaos. And possibly finding the floor.
When the going gets tough, the tough… go on the innernets.
To find out what the mess means about me. Hmm. Funny, they don’t mention “stressed out grad student” as one of the reasons for the mess…
Okay. Time to get to it.
As soon as I finish this quiz: What’s Your Cleaning Style?
It turns out that I’m an “easy breezy cleaner” at this point in my life.
I know. I would usually land solidly in the “crazy cleaning obsession” category, but I’ve just been too busy with school and I’ve learned to let the cleaning slide a bit.
See? Grad school has been good for me.
But I digress…