Things I found in my locker:
6 pairs of jeans (I own five pairs of jeans)
8-month-old fruit (my best guess: apple)
An overdue library book (from my previous school)
2 Spanish workbooks (I do not take Spanish)
As you may have guessed from my locker list, I am disorganized.
I have been disorganized for my entire life. It started when I was a toddler, when my parents gave me an organization kit. I promptly lost it.
I can lose anything. So far, I have lost water bottles, shirts, pants, electronic devices (I am writing this from my mom’s computer, as I have lost mine), shoes, pets, and fidget spinners. Fidget spinners? Five of those. I also lose jackets; I have lost more jackets than my brother owns.
I claim that my locker is not messy, but “alternatively clean.” I have dozens of pencils hidden there, but I can never find one when I need one. In math, I asked a friend for a pencil so many times that he started putting a pencil on my desk beforehand.
Turns out, my pencil woes aren’t completely self-generated. Once at a parent-teacher conference, my teacher complained to my mom that I never had any pencils, to which my mother replied, “Can I borrow a pencil to write this all down?”
Humor aside, my messy school organization has affected my schoolwork. I constantly leave homework at home or can’t find it in the mess that I call my binder. Teachers don’t complain about my quality of work, but they do get frustrated by the fact that they can’t read it because a food stain is covering it up. I know I need to get organized, but it’s hard to maintain. These kinds of things are just harder for some people than others.
Entering my last year in middle school, I realize that I will never be the kid with alphabetized notebooks and color-coded containers for everything. I’ll never have a real organized locker. But what I know is—I can’t go on with this level of chaos. We disorganized students should be able to be ourselves and do what we want with our stuff within reason. But I think I need to clean my locker.