Organization is not my strength
I can hit a mean low corner shot in racquetball. I can brainstorm solutions to problems. I can read and write and I can probably still play the flute, although I was never very good.
I cannot organize stuff. Okay, to be really very honest, I can probably organize stuff but I hate it. And right now, I have stuff that needs to be organized! I have all these pieces of paper–five years of teaching college comp stuff, and something desperately sad like NINE, yes, NINE years of student stuff (I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that I’ve been a student since 1998, though I have managed to earn three degrees). I have all these file cabinets full of pieces of paper that aren’t particularly important, I don’t really think, but I loathe the idea of really going through them. Do you know that when I graduate with my Phd, assuming I manage to accomplish that task, I’ll probably have been going to school for thirteen or fourteen years after graduating from high school. That makes me feel a bit ridiculous!
Wow that was a bit of a tangent. In any case, how in the world should I organize all this stuff?
