The weight of my backpack has reached epic proportions.
To see how much it weighed, I stepped on the scale with it on my back, my body hunched over in protest. It was a good 10 pounds. (I never want to see that number on the scale again.)
I should expect a Chemistry, Statistics, and Western Civilization book, plus 3 binders and a Bible, to weigh that much. I really should. But picking it up and swinging it around my body to strap onto my back is always a not-so-welcome morning surprise.
When I was walking to chapel, I caught a glipse of my shadow. All hunched over. Am I developing a hunch back from the epic-proportion backpack? Will I need bigger shirts? XL instead of M to accomadate the hunchie?
Will people talk to me anymore? WILL I have friends?!
Am I developing a complex about my hunch back?
Of course, this is all theoretically speaking. I don't have a hunch back. But I do have a heavy backpack.
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