I've been doing some organizing lately and combing through old boxes of my stuff that has been sitting in the garage forever. I went through one of these boxes the other day, and it was filled to the brim with binders, notebooks, and old schoolwork from when I was a junior in high school.

For the record, that was eleven years ago.

APPARENTLY I couldn't bear to part with it so I boxed it up and stuffed it away.

I decided it was time to get over it so I dumped it all in the trash. It hurt, but in a good way, I suppose. I did keep a paper I wrote on World War II, though, because it details how "Stalin thought that the A-bomb was starting to look like a really good idea".

Who else is a packrat?