I cleaned my desk out yesterday.

I cleaned out my desk yesterday. It was frustrating me that to pull out one sheet of paper, I needed to rummage through the entire mess, and then shove it back neatly into the same mess. Who would have thought, though, that cleaning can be so much fun after all?
Chucking away papers and work from a class you hated is always so fun. I could maliciously waste all the effort of a teacher who printed out mindless copies of paper. She was out to teach of the environment through such an utter waste of trees! And here I was, glad that the class was over, and taking my revenge through the virtue of cleaning. Why did I hate to clean anyway?
There lied my beautiful calculus papers. The hard work that I put into it resulted in more than just 20 lbs of papers. Now these were worth being neatly filed, separated by chapters, level of difficulty, tests, quizzes, notes, notes of notes etc. Can’t wait till I pass this knowledge on to others. Ah! Derivatives and Integrals!
One paper after another, my entire senior year’s experience flashed in front of my eyes. I’ve learnt so much, grown so much. I am actually enjoying this sorting of papers! I’m tempted to keep all of this. Who knows what I might need in college! My economics practice tests ... maybe when I’m bored, I’ll test my knowledge. Yet, if I keep this mindset, I won’t end up cleaning the desk.
And then I realized that cleaning a desk is such a critical moment of our lives! We need to make so many decisions. To keep or not to keep, that is the big question. Would keeping these notes on Shakespeare let me take him for granted? Maybe I should let go, so I can crave to have them again. Would keeping these old projects stunt my growth for newer creative ideas or would they add to my knowledge? Then, why clean at all! Surely, all this knowledge could sit and pile up into a scholarly mess! One scholar of a desk!
I threw out of the desk all that I thought I had gained, and kept what I still needed to understand, with plenty of room for new piles to create a mess that would require sorting again. The process is cyclical, you can say, except each time it becomes more fun, more challenging, and more productive. I guess I’m ready for college now.
That’s why I don’t like to keep my desk clean on a day to day basis, mom! That would make this experience a mere chore!!