Some say that their office is a reflection of themselves.
By this time in the semester, my office looks pretty rough. Piles of papers precipitously rest on top of the filing cabinet. My shelf of flair (random gifts from undergrads) needs to be reorganized. Various textbooks rest on the floor rather than the bookshelf. Candy wrappers are a common sight.
If I am my office, I'm a slightly disheveled teenager.
What does your office say about you?
