I am so glad I started this morning. There is something so wonderful about a cup of coffee that just puts me in the right mood for the day. I know I’m not alone in my affinity for the caffeinated beverage, but it’s not even the caffeine that does it for me. I will drink decaf and still be put in just the right place. This morning was no exception. Coffee helped me temper the panic that could easily set in due to the long list of tasks I have ahead of me. This brings me to the topic of my post:
These stacks are the source of my sheer dread. Every time I shuffle the piles of notebooks, papers, and books I think of a show that I saw on TLC about hoarders. The people that were featured on the show kept their “special piles” of junk all over the house, sometimes occupying space that was needed for other activities…namely living in general. At the core of their problem was the misconception that they needed these objects. Although I am no hoarder, I am a grad student and lately I’ve been noticing several (superficial) similarities. I really need the articles from journals that I’ve collected over 3 years. I really need the powerpoint notes from all my classes. I really need every single, expensive textbook I’ve purchased. As a result, I have several piles of school
crap materials occupying every nook and cranny in this room. Now my concept of “need” is probably legitimate in this situation, but it doesn’t mean I like it. My precious stacks are occupying much physical space and more importantly mental space as of late. I have possibly the longest, most important test in my entire school career ahead of me and I am having to cram all the information in my “special piles” into my head.
The good news is that in less than 1 week (eek!), I can put my hoarding nature aside and put my stacks back on the bookshelf. All I will “need” then is a glass of wine and some sleep. It will be bliss.