There's something enjoyable about cleaning out a desk.
You find all kinds of things in a jumbled desk drawer that you thought you'd lost forever.
I'm thinking now, however, about the desk cleaning times I remember from school.
Didn't we have to clean out our desks once a month?
And on the day we cleaned out our desks we received a brand new pencil, right?
And it was worth the cleansing because we always found the lost red crayon, or the lost piece of chalk, or maybe that lost work book page we were supposed to take home and get signed, didn't we?
Ah, those were the days!