As a kid living in my parents’ house, I derived insane amounts of pleasure from rearranging my bedroom. It was like as soon as that dresser was moved to the other side of the room, I WAS A NEW PERSON. I rearranged my bookshelves on the regular. Sometimes alphabetically, sometimes by genre, other times by color. OMG FREEDOM. I also organized the shit out of my desk drawers: dictionary, thesaurus, pencils, pens for writing stories, pens for writing poetry, colored pens no one was allowed to touch or I would end them.
Yes, I did have friends thank you for asking.
Anyway, imagine how thrilled my adult self (okay, adult-ish self) was to learn my childhood quirks could actually earn me money. Enter: teaching!
We teachers are a quirky bunch with some…unique ideas of what constitutes as fun. If labeling and laminating alllll the things gives you life, too, you’ll appreciate my Bored Teachers piece: If You Don’t Secretly Enjoy These 12 Odd Things, Are You Even a Teacher?
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