Disorganized Person

For as long as I can remember, I have been a disorganized person. I could end up misplacing this paper the day I have to turn it. I will actually end up printing off three copies of this essay just to make sure I have an extra or two in case I set this on a table somewhere and forget I set it there. I identify with Cecily in the play, The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde, when she says, “If I didn’t write it down, I should probably forget all about them.” I do not think I have ever misplaced an item quite as important as an essay before, but I have misplaced many other objects in my life. I have lost so many pencils that I cannot even imagine counting them all. I have misplaced socks that I have to wear for the volleyball game later

When the character of Kate is first introduced, Hortensio compares her to a devil and says that no matter how much money she may have, no one would ever want to marry her. She is treated poorly because she does not fit the standards set by others (Shrew). I identify with her because I also feel judged by others. I feel like no matter how smart, helpful, and nice I am, I will always be less because I do not fit the mold set by others. My sister, on the other hand, fits the mold at first glance. Her room is almost always ready for company to come over and walk into. She is a social butterfly who tries to look like a magazine ad in every aspect. My room always has and always will reflect me as a person. I have artwork covering the walls and music and playbills on my bulletin board. Even if I were organized, they would still be in there. My room looks like a human lives in it and my sister’s looks like she is waiting for a camera crew to walk in and start filming. If my room were cleaner than hers, people would still choose hers over mine because her room is generic enough that other people would feel cozy enough that they would be willing to spend time in it, but it is cute enough that you feel like the atmosphere is one of a trendy person’s room. My room feels too much like me even when it is clean. “Why do you have so many painting on your wall? Can’t you get rid of at least a few of these books? Why don’t you get new bedding? This one seems outdated.” I do not care that it is not what that person would put in their room. It is my room and I do not care what others think looks best. I try to make things in life easier for me so that I can do more things in my day. In my current messy state, my room is set up so that my life can be quicker and easier for me. I keep the shirt I know I need to wear in two days sitting on my desk chair so I can easily grab it and go. I have my