The Holey Backpack(s)
I’m not sure why, but I seem to have a bit of a problem with backpacks. Something always seems to go wrong with them. This trend started back in seventh grade. It was the last day of school, and I had to jam all the extra crap from my locker into my backpack to take home. I thought everything was going to be okay, since my backpack zipped shut and everything.
I was wrong.
As I got off the bus, on my way home to start enjoying freedom, my backpack basically exploded. The entire front compartment both separated and desintegrated, leaving my stuff to fall all over the pavement. From that point on, my backpacks could only last one school year at the most. I have no clue why this keep happening to me. I don’t think that I put an abnormal amount of stress on my backpacks, it’s not like I’m running around with a giant “freshman backpack.” Regardless, no matter what backpack strategy I use, my bags always end in tatters. My most recently departed backpack decided to add an extra problem of not only being ripped in several spots, but also having the actual zippers fall off. When that happened, I got so fed up with it that I just tore the entire thing along the bottom, flipped it over, and started using it that way.
I know exactly what my mom would say about my inability to keep a backpack. She would say that I am way too careless with my stuff and need to take better care of it. She would also add that I have too much stuff in it that I don’t actually need for school. I know that she would say this because she says those words every time I come home from school with a busted backpack, asking her if there is any chance that she could sew it back together. I don’t think that it is carelessness that is breaking my bags though. I learned after my first backpack fiasco to not over-stuff them. So, unless I suffer from some sort of backpack curse, it must be that I just need to get better backpacks. Scrounging around in the attic for bags to use is probably not a great idea, since those ones are already deteriorating. My mom would probably disagree with this decision, since she would prefer that I use up all of the old backpacks before she goes out and buys a new one. She, being stubborn, would stick to her original position of it being all my fault. And in the end I would probably listen to her and continue using the crappy attic ones, since I am just too lazy to try and argue.
