This is what my room looks like after they leave ... after I've hounded them to pick all the nonsense up off the floor " 'cuz Mr. Murphy is not paid to pick up after us, nor am I!"
This is what the TEACHER ZONE looks like ALL the time. It's bad, I know. Somewhere in Michigan, my mother is horrified.
This explains why I immediately turn Pandora on to a soothing station and curl up in the fetal position underneath my work station, right?