At work I am the epitome of organisation, at home it's chaos.
Same.
My college materials are fucking pristinely organised. For each subject, I have an A5 notebook (for class notes), a sidebound A4 notebook (for working in at home), a top-bound A4 notebook (for things specifically related to my research project), a thin polypropylene ringbinder, for material relating to my current unit, and a leverarch folder, for filing of material from previous units.. These are all the same colour for each subject, so, for example, I can wake up and think "History today - pick up everything blue". (For philosophy, I also have a ringbinder with punched polypropylene gusseted poppered pockets, for the A4 stapled workbooks my philosophy teacher gives out (fucking ten of them so far).) Inside my class ringbinder, I separate out all stapled handouts etc. and place each sheet in a separate punched pocket so I can read multi-page handouts without removing them from the pockets. The sections in my ringbinder are split by polypropylene extra-wide dividers, and are labelled: written class notes; handouts; assignments; spec; spare pockets. The leverarch is organised by unit.
Each lesson is scheduled on my calendar, as is every draft assignment date and final submission date.
I am a fucking paragon of organisation and I see my friends getting into the lesson and pulling out a sheaf of random paper from their handbags and wonder how in hell they get anything done.
My house, meanwhile, looks like something out of a hoarding documentary and is filthy with it. I have a bath at most twice a week, because it takes ages and because I forget (and also sometimes DP is washing the bins or something in it). I regularly forget my meds, meals happen when I'm hungry and are generally snack foods - protein bars, peanut butter on crackers, cereal etc. I frequently run out of clean shirts, trousers, underpants or knickers. I can't find anything - I have a complete record of my psychiatric notes covering a decade from age fifteen, and I haven't seen it for years. I can only hope it's still in the house somewhere as it's very private. There is black mould in the kitchen and bathroom and there is food on the kitchen floor. Hoovering doesn't happen because there is no floor visible in a lot of the house - I quite often fall over because something's ended up in one of the narrow paths through the chaos. My bedsheets get changed every few months. I've lost two of my current pairs of glasses; god knows where. Many of my belongings are damaged because they've been crushed at the bottom of piles of rubbish. The dirty washing-up covers the whole cooker-top (there's only just over a square foot of kitchen counter free for food prep) and fills the enormous ceramic sink, most of the time, so meals have to work around that since if nothing's clean and the cooker isn't accessible we have to have something cold. I do my college work lying on the bed because there is literally nowhere else i could lie a notebook flat.
It's not ideal.
But my college work soothes me. It's tidy and it makes sense.