I sit in an office without any windows.  Nada.  It’s a box of a room, though decent sized. 

I have a large desk which contains my paperwork (usually) as well as a phone and printer.  Two plastic brains, some books, a box of tissues (always found in a counselor’s room) and a basket of sweets round out what covers every inch of space.  I have a side cabinet where I keep all my personal junk, from makeup to sweatpants to notepads.  I have a huge four drawer file cabinet where I put some stuff about my students, but more information that I use to teach my psychology class.  You should see the bulging files.

To the right of me on one wall is my bookcase which is struggling to hold my array of psychology and counselling materials.  On top of the bookcase are the toys which I let the kids play with or hold, and a picture of me and my hubby smiling.  Behind me on the last wall is a cabinet for more junk, such as plates and napkins or handouts about mental health information.  I have three beanbags which the kids love to borrow.  And finally a well pillowed futon for parents and kids to sit on to chat with me. 

Despite having no windows, I still have lovely things to look at.  I have a poster in front of me of a Carribbean beach scene.  To my right are the Rocky Mountains in Canada.  Behind me are the Colorado Rockies and the red rocks of Utah.  And to my left is a Travel Magazine calendar which currently has a picture of a lavendar field in Provence near Banon Village. 

If you walked into my room, you would defintely sense the ordered chaos that prevails.  But somehow it all appeals to kids.  I guess it’s what one would term, comfortable.  A neat freak would freak here…but more people just love the colours that I’m surrounded by.  I can’t see the outside world, but I certainly always have a bright inside.