If you read the "author" sidebar, you'll see my name. And then how I identify myself- "a high school student." That means busy; if you don't have a high school student in your life, you are missing out on the endless business (not focus!) that the education system demands of teenagers today. Regardless of whether all this work is worth it or not, I still have to do it. I still have to leave the house at 7:40, come back at 3:45, and then work from 5:00 to 10:30 on busy work- reports on books I read two years ago, drawing a diagram of the digestive system instead of simply labeling the one in the notes packet next to me, and desperately trying to remember the difference between "monetary" and "fiscal" policies for a class that I'm taking solely for the credit.
This is not to say that I don't enjoy school. I am one of the few who actually enjoy being pounded with knowledge for the majority of my waking hours. But I don't enjoy being kept busy with things that I don't care about. To make this bearable, I am creating a work-space that allows me to completely focus on the work I need to get done without being distracted by three pairs of headphones, a book that was due a week ago, the medication I am continually forgetting to take, seventeen purple pens and one black one that's running out of ink (I'm not allowed to write in purple, so don't ask my why I have so many purple pens), a candle that died two months ago, a computer screen so cluttered by files that I felt the need to add a second screen to the madness, rubbing alcohol (always a good idea next to an old computer that gets incredibly hot), a pencil sharpener that doesn't sharpen, and three of my mother's purses.
I need help.
So here's what I did: I had a miniature packing party! If you read my post on my bedroom packing party, you know it didn't go well until I actually started, so I made good on my word and jumped right in. Well, kind of. First I sat and looked at the mess, sighed, and wrote this part of this post. Then, as I did the steps, I wrote them down. I know I'm trying to cut out multitasking, but I'm way too forgetful to remember all my steps.
I couldn't be happier with my new work-space! I'm already looking foward to writing some more!
Keep it simple,
Sarah
This is not to say that I don't enjoy school. I am one of the few who actually enjoy being pounded with knowledge for the majority of my waking hours. But I don't enjoy being kept busy with things that I don't care about. To make this bearable, I am creating a work-space that allows me to completely focus on the work I need to get done without being distracted by three pairs of headphones, a book that was due a week ago, the medication I am continually forgetting to take, seventeen purple pens and one black one that's running out of ink (I'm not allowed to write in purple, so don't ask my why I have so many purple pens), a candle that died two months ago, a computer screen so cluttered by files that I felt the need to add a second screen to the madness, rubbing alcohol (always a good idea next to an old computer that gets incredibly hot), a pencil sharpener that doesn't sharpen, and three of my mother's purses.
I need help.
So here's what I did: I had a miniature packing party! If you read my post on my bedroom packing party, you know it didn't go well until I actually started, so I made good on my word and jumped right in. Well, kind of. First I sat and looked at the mess, sighed, and wrote this part of this post. Then, as I did the steps, I wrote them down. I know I'm trying to cut out multitasking, but I'm way too forgetful to remember all my steps.
- Wrote a reminder to ask my father if he could get rid of the second computer screen. You know, the one I'm not using.
- Got a box. I used mostly bags for my bedroom, but a lot of this is heavy, and I wanted something that would help me a little. I'm pretty scrawny, and I'm working on it, but still. I need all the help I can get.
- Started throwing stuff into it.
- Realized my dermatologist gave me enough medication for six months, then asked me to come in after two months to most likely switch my medication. Sighed and debated counting out the right amount of pills to minimize absolutely everything.
- Decided counting individual pills is crazy.
- Realized that I actually need the pen that I just tossed into that box, because it's my only black pen and I need to sign a form due tomorrow.
- Sighed.
- Began digging through the box for my black pen, and found it at the very bottom along with a stack of post it notes that I didn't even realize I had.
- Sighed again, then signed the form.
- Eventually, my work-space looked like this: two computer screens (soon to be one), a printer, a thingy for internet connection (high techy-techy; if you get this reference, then you are an amazing person), my journaling bible and the book I'm currently reading.
I couldn't be happier with my new work-space! I'm already looking foward to writing some more!
Keep it simple,
Sarah