the bookbag...

Right before I started Kindergarten mom took Scott & I to Sears, there was a sale on bookbags apparently, because Scott and I both got 2. Mom has always lived by the belief that you buy things when they are cheap so you don't have to spend the extra money later on when you need them. I can even tell you that the brand was "The Bag" (so original) and I picked a pink one & a blue one. Scott had a red one, and a gray one. So, apparently there was an eater of book bags in upper elementary school, because Scott managed to go through BOTH his and my blue one by the time he got to high school. Yeah, about 6th grade I was real sick of "The (pink) Bag". I had no desire to be a young miami girl, and pink was so not the new blue..which was the book bag I should've had, if you remember.
So, in 7th grade I made the mistake of complaining that I wanted a new book bag. Pay attention, this is where it gets embarrassingly funny. Dad is all "I got a free book bag last week at a computer show" This bag was some sort of wanna be waterproof material, gray with a teal bottom..and a friggin computer disk on it. We're talking circa 1994, 5 x 3/4 disk (the big ones that you played Oregon Trail off of in elementary school..yeah kids, that one). Honest to goodness, I think dad should've just taped "Kick Me, I suck" to my back and sent me to school that way. This thing was a beacon of nerd glory, and I carried it for 2 years! Even when all this weird black stuff that looked like cheap electrical tape kept coming out, that little useless handle on the top broke, and then finally one of the strap snapped in 2 on my way to music one day and thus ended the free bookbag horror. I thought that maybe I could get a bookbag that only warranted an "i suck" sign on my back..but no such luck. I go home and dad's like "I've got another one in a closet somewhere..I'll find it after supper"....Kick me hard..in the head..thanks dad, for the giant kick me sign and for getting me shoved in a locker. I think this is the reason I had to get scarey and start wearing black...and those weird boots...I was a little emo, I admit..and it's all because of that blasted bag!
So, in 7th grade I made the mistake of complaining that I wanted a new book bag. Pay attention, this is where it gets embarrassingly funny. Dad is all "I got a free book bag last week at a computer show" This bag was some sort of wanna be waterproof material, gray with a teal bottom..and a friggin computer disk on it. We're talking circa 1994, 5 x 3/4 disk (the big ones that you played Oregon Trail off of in elementary school..yeah kids, that one). Honest to goodness, I think dad should've just taped "Kick Me, I suck" to my back and sent me to school that way. This thing was a beacon of nerd glory, and I carried it for 2 years! Even when all this weird black stuff that looked like cheap electrical tape kept coming out, that little useless handle on the top broke, and then finally one of the strap snapped in 2 on my way to music one day and thus ended the free bookbag horror. I thought that maybe I could get a bookbag that only warranted an "i suck" sign on my back..but no such luck. I go home and dad's like "I've got another one in a closet somewhere..I'll find it after supper"....Kick me hard..in the head..thanks dad, for the giant kick me sign and for getting me shoved in a locker. I think this is the reason I had to get scarey and start wearing black...and those weird boots...I was a little emo, I admit..and it's all because of that blasted bag!


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