My desk is a mess.
But so are my house, truck, and garage.
I’m not a slob. I’m a school administrator.
This means the months of April and May are busy. Really busy. So busy that I shouldn’t even be taking time to write this.
Graduation. Prom. Retirement parties (not mine unfortunately). Daughter’s events (unfortunately soccer). Spring concerts. Baseball games. Musicals. Meetings.
It goes on and on.
But the end is near. Although I’m not counting down.
Actually the end isn’t near for me. Working year round takes some of the excitement out of the end of school.
But I will have a 3 month summer break from kids and adults, so I have that going for me.
Until then it will be busy.
Way too busy for me to have time to clean out my desk.
It has taken an entire school year to collect all of the stuff that now resides in, on, under, and around my desk.
And by stuff I mean crap.
It is going to take time to clean this mess up.
And 47 trash bags.
And a putty knife (there is something sticky in one of my desk drawers).
I am also going to need at least 2 Advil. My back is bound to be sore from lifting all the crap in and around the desk.
From the beginning of the school year to the end, my desk reminds me of my dorm room at college.
Clean and neat with very few items at the beginning of the year.
Messy and not so clean with all kinds of junk at the end. At least there aren’t any concert posters on my desk.
But there are pens. Lots of them.
Seriously, how many pens does one man need? 10, 50, a 1000?
If you plan on giving me a free pen in the next 20 years, please don’t. Although I could use a letter opener.
Another item that is taking over my desk is school pictures. Not of students.
Sad but true. I have hundreds.
Actually that is a lie.
I have way more than that.
The question is why?
Why do they give me so many pictures of myself?
There are wallet size photographs of me falling out of my desk like snowflakes. Except the pictures all look the same.
You would think with digital cameras they could get one good picture of me.
Yet, I don’t have the heart to throw them away.
So I have become a collector. Of bad school pictures of myself.
Sure it’s creepy. And a little sad. Even borderline pathetic.
But what am I to do.
The picture company gives me these pictures every year and I have no one with whom to exchange them
I am a school administrator, not a popular junior high girl.
It seems a little cruel they continue to give me these year after year.
When I do get around to cleaning out my desk, I am going to be faced with the prospect of what to do with these pictures.
If I drag them out and lay them on top of the desk it will look like I’m staring into a carnival fun house mirror.
Except I am 15 different ages. In the same pose.
Feet on the floor. Hands in my lap. Shoulders back. Chin up. Smile.
Next year I am going to ask if they can’t just use last year’s picture.
And I know where they can find one. Or a thousand.