Now that I am no longer held hostage by allergies and a cold, I’ve decided to spend the rest of spring break doing some spring cleaning. I just finished reading Rescue from Domestic Perfection by Dan Ho, which inspired me. I decided to get rid of a few things every night. Last night I went through a pile of stuff and found things that I didn’t even know I had. I found not only my graduate diploma, but a certificate from my library school signed my the director, three fancy shirt pins, a folder of papers I wrote throughout undergrad and grad school, hand written notes passed in high school, and random pictures of me and Homie G as toddlers. I can’t get rid of those right? Even if I didn’t know I had them will never put them up, and will likely never look at them again. Right? Should I throw them away?
“DON’T Throw away your DIPLOMA!!!” Sara Wails……”but the notes from me from HS can be BURNED, BURNED i say!!”
Ha! Your notes are staying forever. One day I’ll ask for a favor…and you’ll do it because of those notes.
Deja vu.
I think you’re practicing your blog on me, “If Livia doesn’t look at me like I’m nuts when I say something, it must be ok for the blog.”
Livia
aka Nutso-meter
I totally have the same pile of stuff. In fact, in a box I have folders of homework and papers from grad school, undergrad, and a collection of faves from my English courses in high school. Yes, high school. But they’re oldies-but-goodies like the words to the Preposition Jingle (to the tune Jingle Bells) or the Linking Verb Jingle (to the tune of Row, Row Your Boat). That stuff HAS to be saved. It just has to be. Right?