Look Who Has A Box!

On every trip I made to the WHS band room with H this summer I acquired a teensy bit more information. It started with the catalogs for ordering color guard uniforms, flags, and shoes. To this growing pile I added a folder with measurements for each girl, and their contact information. There was the new student roster, revised not once or twice, but probably three or four times. The scraps of paper with new email addresses and phone numbers I had randomly collected were piling up fast! Add to that a couple of yellow legal tablets with various notes on fundraisers and volunteer information to throw into the pot.

I had a folder for student accounts, and one with the information on the new band uniforms. Some folders held copies of new uniform bag numbers and t-shirt sizes for each band student.  Nestled in a Ziploc bag were colorful highlighters, pens, pencils, and paperclips. My jump drive holding WHS band info that I didn’t want to clutter up my laptop with was constantly being left behind when I most needed it. The information kept coming and the folders were filled to capacity. Eeek! STOP! An avalanche was forming in front of my very eyes.

One afternoon as H and I were leaving the band office and I was trying to juggle all this paperwork in one hand with my purse slung over my shoulder and my jacket under my arm – sometimes it’s ninety below in that school – papers and folders began to shift south. Something had to be done and quickly. There was my answer on the counter in the office. Sitting all alone. It was just a shoe box. A color guard shoe box. Heavy duty and empty of its shoe content. Perfect fit I thought. And it was!

Now I carry that shoebox back and forth when I have to make a trip to the band room and it’s holding its own. Veronica stated one day as she helped me with the new uniforms, holding back a laugh, “Look, you have a box!”

Of course, I promise after next week that box is going to be gone, outa here, in the trash! My folders  will be neatly filed next to my desk and those catalogs will be trashed. Pens, pencils, paper clips and highlighters will be in there rightful places and my jump drive will be lined up in the row with its buddies next to the printer.

H’s box might have been bigger, but mine was neater if you could call either of them neat. I have come to the conclusion that ‘The Box’ does serve a purpose! If you missed the first episode click on that link above. It may explain this crazy post somewhat. 😉

Have you picked out your box yet?

Elle