Can I Just Say...

...I HATE packing?

Today I began the slow process of packing up my office. So far I've managed to fill and label six boxes of books and journals. There are also two partially filled boxes of "leftover" books I discovered after taping the boxes with their topical kindred shut. (Can I say again that I hate packing?)

What's left, of course, is the random stuff, binders of class notes and lesson plans, leftover course reserve materials, piles of papers that need sorting (Why did I keep this announcement for a play three months ago? Or this catalog in a subject I'm not interested in? Or this pile of napkins? Why is this useless crap interleaved with stuff I actually want to keep?) so that they don't follow me to yet another office and begin breeding more of their ilk, and wads and wads of sample textbooks. I should have sold them off when the book buyers came by last time, but part of me keeps thinking that they may someday be "useful." Indeed, they have been in the past, but not in a way that couldn't be duplicated by, say, a quick Google search.

I won't even go into my thoughts about the weird and bulky pile of abandoned student projects. I did specify light and small in the assignment description, didn't I?