Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
Are you jealous of your territory? I tend to be, and I’m not sure why. Maybe because my parents taught us that we were never to touch things that didn’t belong to us unless we got permission. You didn’t snoop through someone’s drawers or closets. You didn’t use someone else’s things without permission. You kept your side of the bedroom from infringing on your sister’s side.
I remember going to work one morning, years ago when I was teaching high school English and history in the private Christian school at our church. I opened the door to my classroom, and knew instantly that someone had not only used it the previous day, Sunday, which was expected; but they had left it in a shambles. They’d had a party in their Sunday school class, leaving crumbs and sticky gunk on my desk and on the students’ desks. They’d dug through my desk drawers looking for something, and that’s what really lit me up. They hadn’t bothered to throw away the donut box, or to pick up napkins and cups, or to use the vacuum on the carpet.
I was furious. This was my territory, and it had been invaded.
Believe me, it didn’t happen again. Go ahead and have your class, have your party. But remember, as I do when the school week is over on Friday, that the room will be used by someone else after you leave. Clean up after yourselves. Have some courtesy.
Seems simple to me.