Thursday, August 26, 2010

WB Dilemma

Hot pink, slingback, JanSport Trans. This was my first backpack in college. The love I have for this backpack is unnatural. It has one strap that crosses over your chest so the weight carries evenly on your back. This one strap deal makes it super easy to sling the bag to the front so you can easily access items in your bag. Perfect for finding keys, chapstick, cell phone, etc. The downfall to said bag: the shape. It's almost a triangle shape, so, when you add larger books, the bag won't zip. I would try over and over again to get all of my books and binders to fit. No success.

It was then I knew it was time to shop for a new bag. I looked for weeks to find one that I would love as much as my slingback. Of course, no bag could ever replace the feelings I had (and have) for that bag...but I needed something bigger (not better, that's not possible). Finally, I settled on another hot little JanSport number. This one had two straps. Cushioned. Wonderful. All black with a few spots of bright color. Classy, right? I instantly felt the love. The amount of stuff I can fit in this new bag is amazing. Or so I thought. I find myself cramming books and binders yet again. It seems the further I get through the nursing program, the bigger the book load (well, duh). I weighed my Foundations book tonight -- 7lbs 10oz. Really?! It's like carrying a good size newborn baby and a few of his friends on my back all day.

So, here in lies the dilemma: to wheelie bag, or not to wheelie bag?! Ya know, the backpack look-a-likes that have a long handle and wheels? The bag you pull behind you as you whisk by everyone else in the hall. The one that makes that "click, click, click" sound as you roll it over the tile floor. The kind I wouldn't have to constantly lift and swing over my shoulders. Ya, that kind.

I am not a flight attendant. I am not taking off on some elaborate vacation. I am not a pharmaceutical rep. I'm a nursing student. I'm tough. The elders used to walk up hill to school both ways carrying their books in their hands with no shoes and the sun in their eyes and the wind in their face, etc. I can carry a backpack...right? I'm beginning to lose faith in that thought. I have nightmares where I can see myself shuffling through the halls, wheelie bag in tow. I wake up in a sweat and realize it was just a dream...a terrible dream...that's slowly starting to move it's way into reality.

As I sit here typing, my back aching and my neck cramping...I wonder...could it really be that bad?

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