*Post transferred from ammegan.tblog.com
Our teacher's room just moved from the 6th floor down to the 4th floor, a small room previously used as a conference room. When I finally got the key this morning, I opened the room up and every corner was cluttered with youdontwannaknow. After absorbing all the energy from my grits and grunts, I put on my cleaning gear and started off cleaning. I brought rugs from home just in case the 2 inches dust is too stubborn to leave. *scrub, scrub,scrub* *wipe, wipe, wipe* *move, move, move*
An hour later...
See, here I am sitting comfortably in my new desk blogging! Although space is still a problem, at least I arranged the whole place to look less cluttered. Huh! My family agree that they could put me in any cluttered place and find the place being fixed in less than a day. I hate clutters and can't live with things lying around unattended!