Braved clouds of dust (and possibly a gazillion mildew spores, yuck) in an effort to tidy up the stacks of notes accumulated over the years. Out with the clunky, mildew-collecting, rust-prone files, and in with the cardboard boxes! Believe it or not, I still hang on to my JC notes (Bio, Chem, C Math). So sue me, but I like knowing that they are still there should I ever need a reliable source of reference. They'll certainly depart for a worthier cause one fine day (i.e. r-e-c-y-c-l-i-n-g), but not just yet. Heh.

Wrestled a bit with whether to keep the Chem practical worksheets, but decided that they had to go, together with the Bio ones. It was a humbling reminder of sorts, when I flipped through a few practs and saw "you need to put in more effort" scribbled in red on a pract I did back in J1. Boy, was Protozoa right.

In the midst of sifting through the reams of paper, out slipped a loose scrap folded in half. I literally cringed when randomly scanning through what was written on it - one of those diary entries I'd written on loose paper when I badly needed to write outside of home. Involving some infatuation I had going on in J1, that has since most definitely gotten its flame snuffed out. The hilarious bit about it (in retrospect) was the shortness of its lifespan in spite of the serious tone of the entry. Yet it was also the serious tone (and the recollection of the subject's character) that made me nearly chuck the paper down the chute. One of those Oh Yvonne, how COULD you? flashbacks. Urgh.