As a child
I always looked up to the teacher and saw their little pencil cases with
perfectly sharpened pencils, charted notebooks with straight lined papers and
properly hand written notes and grades in it- the perfect example of an
organized person.
Then I
became a teacher. And every week I tell myself “I will get organized.”
Usually, on
Monday my voice is full of enthusiasm, zeal of motivation and spirited passion…
with eventual degeneration to anguished heartache and gloom.
So here it
is: This is my desk…..
While am sitting here staring at my desk and slowly move my head from left to right, I do notice that there is a lot I may aspire to. After all there are those few who seem to have it all under control. I mean Prof. Tom without a doubt knows what is important and keeps is simple – coffee and donuts are a must.
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| Picture curtesy of my colleague Prof. Tom |
My eyes
spark, my hear skips a bear – I focus… yes, this is what I want: Prof. Veronika surely has reasons for her
daily cheerfulness. Perfect combination of Janus and Hydieia – maybe will
rename her the Janudia - goddess of perfection and organization.Yup,
that is her desk… and my mood drops to pure meloncholy.
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| Picture curtesy of my colleague Prof. Veronika V. |
My hand twitches.
The black marks on the papers suddenly crawl like spiders… time to clean, time
to hide….. and then I glance behind me… well, on I do believe that I am not so
bad after all… it could be worse….
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| Picture curtesy of my colleague Prof. Irenka |
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| Picture curtesy of my colleague Prof. Verinka |
