Alright so your in middle school. You have to do a report on a country, a person, or a book. First step, how do you present the idea? Poster Board? Check. Binder with clear protective sheets and colorful tabs? Check. Report? Check, but it could have actually been written better. Who cares, you have really nice pictures, a great timeline, well organized binder with tons of little extra facts. Hopefully your teacher will over look all the writing part.
Yes I had to do a lot of reports all through out school. College was filled with research papers (one 20 plus pages). Nice looking Poster Boards replaced by Power Points. Wonderfully organized binders with lots of pictures replaced with a scene dressing of what a Sanskrit play would look like. (Yes I did a report on movement in Sanskrit plays, and yes I actually enjoyed it). Of course by college my writing had gotten a lot better.
Skip forward to today. I'm creating 5 binders containing all the reports of the company (and more). The reports are ones that I have been putting together over the last few weeks. Part of me has probably reverted back to the Elementary or Middle school kid who wanted to make everything very colorful with lots of pretty pictures. The other part of me is wondering how a 20 page paper on Sanskrit theatre turned into Marketing analysis. Three of my fingures have paper cuts, two of which bled, one on a paper, which I then had to reprint. Talk about killing trees...
I'm sure all of my teachers and my mother would get a kick out of telling me that school is suppose to be a practice for real life, real grown-up life. And its not that I don't realize the importance of the reports that I'm organizing, nor their need to be organized. I guess it just reminds me of all the reports, done at last minute on the kitchen table of my parent's house. My mother telling me sternly that I should have gotten this done earlier, while she fixes my spelling. My father is helping me glue down pictures and my sister is coloring in a map that I would finish on the bus the next morning.
Wow do I feel grown up.
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