I Guess I Can Call Myself A "Clean Freak"

Ever since I was just a little girl, my mother would always clean the house. Even after she finished cleaning, she would re-clean whatever she cleaned. She hated dust. Years later, she was diagnosed with OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. She knew that she was obsessed but it didn't bother her. She liked to clean, and she hated the mess. She watches "Hoarders" which makes her want to clean even more because of the mess in someone else's house. When people walk in, they don't even want to move from their spots because it was so clean and they were afraid that they would mess it up. Our smoke alarms went off one day, and my parents called the Fire Department. When the firemen reached the house, and went in, they took their boots off. They said to my mother that they've never seen a house so clean, and that they had to step over stuff in order to get inside the house. Now, I'm very much like my mother. Humorous, happy (most of the time grumpy but I get that from my dad), and I looked like her. I literally had her face. But, I feel like I may be a clean freak like her. I had all my stuff organized, and whenever I drew my picture, the eraser shavings drove me crazy. I peeled it off my eraser and wiped it off the table. I hated seeing them. Also, when someone finishes erasing, they continue writing without wiping the shavings off. It drove me nuts. I grew up drawing and when you draw or paint, you get messy. I couldn't draw without getting dirty. I hated the black smudges made on my paper or on my hand. I had to wash my hands constantly. I remember choosing my art classes for middle school. When I walked into the classroom, the tables were covered in years of dry paint and clay, the walls had dry clay on them, the chairs were covered with colored pencil markings, and mysterious markings. I refused to sit in a chair. I hovered in the air, instead of setting my behind in that chair. The middle school I went to was very unsanitary. The custodians were very lazy and complained when they had to do their jobs. I remember passing by their office and hearing them talk about us, kids. They absolutely hated us. They would just smoke while talking about the people in our school. Our school ended up being on the news for being the most unsanitary. I mean, I don't blame them. In 8th grade, I had B lunch and they never clean it properly. To wipe the tables, they used their MOPS. THEIR MOPS! What they use to wipe floors in bathrooms, to clean up vomit, to clean up piss, ugh! I had a bunch of napkins so my food wouldn't touch those disgusting tables. I was so glad to leave middle school and move to high school. This high school is VERY sanitary. They clean it everyday. The custodians get up early in order to get ready for the day, clean before lunch, clean after lunch, before lunch again, after lunch again, and then at the end of the day. You couldn't eat off the floor, but it was clean to me. More sanitary than middle school. Also, I picked to be in Drawing class, and when I saw the tables covered in drawings, pencil marks, marker marks, dry paint, I nearly lost it. This kid used to sit at my table and we had to smudge our pictures that day, and he made the biggest mess. I stopped in the middle of my drawing and cleaned the entire table. My friend started to get annoyed, because of my cleaning. They had to hide their mess, so I wouldn't see it and clean it up. I would usually sneak over and eraser the pencil drawings on the table. I actually used a bit of hand sanitizer and SOAP on the table. We would always wipe down our tables at the end of class, and I would literally use soap and wipe it with water. The old marks from over the years bothered me, but somehow it was disappearing. I guess I would call myself a "clean freak," but that's because of the influence of my mother. Back in middle school, I got sick many times. My mother blamed herself because the house was clean and the school wasn't. I'm sure I don't have OCD, but I need to clean up and stuff. Whenever my brother made a mess, I cleaned it up. If he vomited, he was on his own.