All I can think of when I see this word…is Dora the Explorer. The amount of exposure I have to this character and her singing Backpack is quite high, but what do you expect when you spend a lot of time with your five-year-old brother. :)
i wish mine could hold more, somedays. I wish I could pack in my books, my lunch, but then a change of clothes, a pillow, and then my computer and some other forms of entertainment
Hil
I started my day with nothing to lose. There was no one around. Just me and my backpack. As I prepared to leave, I noticed the small tag looped around one of the zippers of the pack. It reminded me of her. Her words, albeit few as they were, stung like knives.
it carries your life. sometimes with food, school work, money, extra clothing. a backpack is like a purse for most women…except it can be soo much more than a fashion statement. It’s a way of life.
Hilary Thompson
I wear one of these around campus. It’s great. It holds my books, laptop, random stuff I need to haul around. I prefer a lighter one, because it’s easier to longboard with, but it really doesn’t matter how heavy it is. It’s saved me from some gnarly crashes, and just helps in general. I’m not gonna lie, this is kind of awkward continuing to type about this, but whatever. I have no idea what this contributes to, but I guess I will find out eventually.
Chris
I carry around all these worries and thoughts like a backpack. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to lighten my load. Guilt for things gone unsaid and things I wish I could undo, people missing from my life that I wish I could get back and friends I wish I hadn’t lost contact with.
I leave tomorrow. So my backpacks all packed and im ready to go. i really am ready to let go. i cant stand it here anymore. i need to get away. i need to heal. what hurts the most is knowing that i didnt always hurt. i was happy once. i will never be her again.
I put on my backpack but realized I had forgotten to pack the most important thing, my partner. Good old Sid, a golden retriever. Sid was short for Guotoma Siddhartha, Buddha’s name before enlightenment.
Kris
My backpack is my life while I’m at Eastern. I have everything I need in there, from books to tampons, from a brush to my long to-do list. Honestly, I love having my backpack on me, it gives me enough space to store everything I need. I like that it’s convenient and everything has a pocket, and that everything fits nicely. I definitely miss it during the summer.
Mariah
backpacks are nice. they carry everything in one huge pile. maybe backpacks were created by garbage men. cause i sure know of plenty of backpacks that have crap inside. tons and tons of it.
K
I carry a backpack full of all the things I have collected along the way. Things better left behind but I bring them along anyway. The pack slows me down but I dare not lighten the load for fear of letting out those things best hidden away.
BigJim
In elementary school and middle school I had a backpack that rolled on wheels. Kids would always yell at me to walk faster, and kick it over as I walked down the hallways. I hated that backpack. But I pretended that I loved it, because my grandmother bought it for me. As soon as I hit 9th grade, I bought a messenger bag.
Buttercup
He putted everything in his backpack and left home, in direction to his friends house. Who should know that those little headphones that he left in the desk will eventually distract him while crossing the street?
a backpack of life. it contains everything that matters to you. all that you need, all that you dont.. but they still matter to you.. things lie where they arent suppose to .. but thats life.. and we try to clear it up, but again..thats life
sid
My backpack is always stuffed with things I always thought I would need eventually. Are these items really useless or am I constantly missing important things?
Karl
He threw it over his shoulder and jumped out of the van. “Where are we?” he asked himself. It was nowhere he had seen before, but he felt a sense of urgency. He ran down the stairs and looked into the dark abyss of the alleyway. He knew.
Josh
Backpack, Backpack!
Backpack, Backpack!
On the backpack loaded up with things and knickknack’s too
Anything that you might need I got inside for you
Backpack, Backpack!
Backpack, Backpack!
Yeah!!!
~Dora The Explorer
I love my backpack because it represents me. I’ve had it for years. Friends that I haven’t talk to in forever have left little messages that remind me of them. And I have a little seahorse patch on it that I sewed myself. It was the first time I sewed so it doesn’t look perfect but it has stayed there for a surprisingly long time.
halley
I had a green backpack when I was in middle school, one of those cool ones that everyone had to have, otherwise they were weird. I think they were LL Bean, the ones with the initials stitched in white toward the top. I don’t actually remember what happened to that thing, and recall thinking it was rather unattractive, but begged my mother to buy one anyway. Kids are stupid sometimes.
Lydz
Backpack, backpack! Backpack, backpack! All these great things loaded with things and knick-knacks, too! Anything that you might need, I’ve got inside for you! (I think that’s how it goes… Oh well, I tried.)
Backpack, Backpack!
Backpack, Backpack!
I’m the backpack loaded up with things and knickknack’s too
Anything that you might need I got inside for you
Backpack, Backpack!
Backpack, Backpack!
Yeah!!!
Sonia
I struggle to get the backpack over my shoulder. I feel like a pack mule with such a big load over my back, and I only packed what was necessary. My hair is caught under the strap, but it will just fall off if I shift it again. I lumber away awkwardly, weighed down by my backpack with my head at an angle.
He always kept a backpack full of emergency rations and equipment. Not the sort of emergency rations you would need for a hurricane, or a tornado, but rather the sort of rations you would need if your own government turned against you, and you had to go live off of the woods.
They all thought he was crazy, until the apocalypse came. But by then, they were all dead.
I really don’t like backpacks. Well actually they are not too bad, but they always end up hurting my back no matter how high or low I wear them. And they never seem to have enough pockets to put all my stuff in them, I am constantly losing things in them. They remind me of purses in that they do not hold enough things.
Kate
Kindergarten: Barbie, duct tape holding it together. From then on, my backpacks got more sophisticated and more purposeful rather than the pink plastic wonder that was my 5 year old self. Basically my life is represented in backpacks.
Paige
Sometimes I just wanted to fill my backpack and run. Only, this is a metaphorical backpack. I want to load it with all of my good memories, all of the good emotions, all of the things that will keep me happy and run. Only, you can run, but eventually you’ve gotta look back. That’s the problem with running away; you don’t know how far you’ve gone until you look back to see where you came from.
Yosemite. i went backpacking with friends from school. the mountains were so pretty, capped with white. Cooper smiled at me. my legs hurt, but it was okay because the view fromthe top brought tears to my eyes. the rock was scratched, and rough, but we slept under the stars, and had oatmeal fro breakfast.
With a full backpack one can do almost anything. Ofcourse it really depends more on the contents of the backpack to be able to do some thing, but if you have a pack full of random crap you should still be able to McGyver something up given just about any situation. Use your brain, it truely is the most important thing that you own.
the smell of the summer air soon starts to die away. over the summer months hung an unspoken aura of urgency. unforgetful moments are presented as a slide show behind your eyelids as your worn out body daydreams about the past. its monday morning and your still half asleep, 6:00am is kind of a time where nothing is to be seen. your shower is cold; your oatmeal’s dry. your mother forgets to kiss you good-bye.you’re walking to school; it’s thirty degrees.your fingers won’t work; your toes and ears freeze. your zipper is stuck; your left sneaker squeaks. life is rough when heading back to school, man oh man i wish i was completely done with school.
“I was hiding in my friend’s backpack, waiting for them to open it and I would jump out to their surprise. What I didn’t count on was the lack of air inside the backpack”
This person died shortly after…all that’s left was this note in the backpack
Megan Reynolds
i hate the word backpack… some people cant say it right and it pisses me off….the end. i once paid 80 dollars for a backpack and it broke within a month.eff my life.
Mackenzie
i carry a backpack to school. one day in middle school i was standing outside with a heavy backpack and the wind blew really hard and knocked me over. i do not use a backpack in college. i had a favorite backpack, it was blue and the brand was jansport.
Christina
walking in the forest, camping, firewood, the smell of bonfires, tents, fishing,. hiests, school, walking, lunch, being prepared,
nickolas Kirk
I love my backpack. It holds everything and is always there for me. Carrying around so much shit is hard. My backpack lifts the weight to be properly distributed across my shoulders.
Jenna
books. school. friends. dumb rules. guns. killing spree. backing across europe has always been a dream of mine. something that my wildest ambition to be fulfilled
xyilna
I have a backpack. It’s got hello kitty on it and probably a few crumbs in it. I also have a muse backpack, but Connor’s got it. Eh, well, it’s not really a backpack, it’s a “satchel”. I spelled “satchel” wrong the first time. This is strange, and my wrist hurts. I like backpacks more than purses.
Ashley Sopila
i carry my backpack everyday to school. my friends often make fun of how low i have it possitioned. it sits on my shoulders and weighs down my entire body as i unload and reload my books and binders throughout the day. though its a pain, i dont know how i could survive school without my backpack.
Adriana
One. What a strong word. It’s like you get ONE chance in a lifetime. ONE time to do everything a first time or do everything over. ONEce. Like ONEce upon a time.
Rebecca
I pick up my backpack and get ready to leave. In my backpack I keep all the necessities to make it through a day. Like pens and pencils to arm myself to fend off the enemies crowding on your desk, like paper to use as shields against other attacks or build fighter planes or messenger planes to fight offense with offense or send messages to be decoded by an ally, like a water bottle for hydration up to the last minute of the battle, like a pack of gum to use as sticky bombs to catapult at any given second. My instruments for battle. My instruments to survive my daily life. All of it is kept in my backpack, and all I need to do is reach my hand down and I can satisfy the hunger for the creativity I had when I was younger.
All I can think of when I see this word…is Dora the Explorer. The amount of exposure I have to this character and her singing Backpack is quite high, but what do you expect when you spend a lot of time with your five-year-old brother. :)
i wish mine could hold more, somedays. I wish I could pack in my books, my lunch, but then a change of clothes, a pillow, and then my computer and some other forms of entertainment
I started my day with nothing to lose. There was no one around. Just me and my backpack. As I prepared to leave, I noticed the small tag looped around one of the zippers of the pack. It reminded me of her. Her words, albeit few as they were, stung like knives.
travel, friends, weather, water, tennis, people, mountains, sky, fresh air, cultures, nature, tennis, survival stuff, fun, happiness, self knowledge,
it carries your life. sometimes with food, school work, money, extra clothing. a backpack is like a purse for most women…except it can be soo much more than a fashion statement. It’s a way of life.
I wear one of these around campus. It’s great. It holds my books, laptop, random stuff I need to haul around. I prefer a lighter one, because it’s easier to longboard with, but it really doesn’t matter how heavy it is. It’s saved me from some gnarly crashes, and just helps in general. I’m not gonna lie, this is kind of awkward continuing to type about this, but whatever. I have no idea what this contributes to, but I guess I will find out eventually.
I carry around all these worries and thoughts like a backpack. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to lighten my load. Guilt for things gone unsaid and things I wish I could undo, people missing from my life that I wish I could get back and friends I wish I hadn’t lost contact with.
I leave tomorrow. So my backpacks all packed and im ready to go. i really am ready to let go. i cant stand it here anymore. i need to get away. i need to heal. what hurts the most is knowing that i didnt always hurt. i was happy once. i will never be her again.
I put on my backpack but realized I had forgotten to pack the most important thing, my partner. Good old Sid, a golden retriever. Sid was short for Guotoma Siddhartha, Buddha’s name before enlightenment.
My backpack is my life while I’m at Eastern. I have everything I need in there, from books to tampons, from a brush to my long to-do list. Honestly, I love having my backpack on me, it gives me enough space to store everything I need. I like that it’s convenient and everything has a pocket, and that everything fits nicely. I definitely miss it during the summer.
backpacks are nice. they carry everything in one huge pile. maybe backpacks were created by garbage men. cause i sure know of plenty of backpacks that have crap inside. tons and tons of it.
I carry a backpack full of all the things I have collected along the way. Things better left behind but I bring them along anyway. The pack slows me down but I dare not lighten the load for fear of letting out those things best hidden away.
In elementary school and middle school I had a backpack that rolled on wheels. Kids would always yell at me to walk faster, and kick it over as I walked down the hallways. I hated that backpack. But I pretended that I loved it, because my grandmother bought it for me. As soon as I hit 9th grade, I bought a messenger bag.
He putted everything in his backpack and left home, in direction to his friends house. Who should know that those little headphones that he left in the desk will eventually distract him while crossing the street?
a backpack of life. it contains everything that matters to you. all that you need, all that you dont.. but they still matter to you.. things lie where they arent suppose to .. but thats life.. and we try to clear it up, but again..thats life
My backpack is always stuffed with things I always thought I would need eventually. Are these items really useless or am I constantly missing important things?
He threw it over his shoulder and jumped out of the van. “Where are we?” he asked himself. It was nowhere he had seen before, but he felt a sense of urgency. He ran down the stairs and looked into the dark abyss of the alleyway. He knew.
Backpack, Backpack!
Backpack, Backpack!
On the backpack loaded up with things and knickknack’s too
Anything that you might need I got inside for you
Backpack, Backpack!
Backpack, Backpack!
Yeah!!!
~Dora The Explorer
I love my backpack because it represents me. I’ve had it for years. Friends that I haven’t talk to in forever have left little messages that remind me of them. And I have a little seahorse patch on it that I sewed myself. It was the first time I sewed so it doesn’t look perfect but it has stayed there for a surprisingly long time.
I had a green backpack when I was in middle school, one of those cool ones that everyone had to have, otherwise they were weird. I think they were LL Bean, the ones with the initials stitched in white toward the top. I don’t actually remember what happened to that thing, and recall thinking it was rather unattractive, but begged my mother to buy one anyway. Kids are stupid sometimes.
Backpack, backpack! Backpack, backpack! All these great things loaded with things and knick-knacks, too! Anything that you might need, I’ve got inside for you! (I think that’s how it goes… Oh well, I tried.)
Backpack, Backpack!
Backpack, Backpack!
I’m the backpack loaded up with things and knickknack’s too
Anything that you might need I got inside for you
Backpack, Backpack!
Backpack, Backpack!
Yeah!!!
I struggle to get the backpack over my shoulder. I feel like a pack mule with such a big load over my back, and I only packed what was necessary. My hair is caught under the strap, but it will just fall off if I shift it again. I lumber away awkwardly, weighed down by my backpack with my head at an angle.
He always kept a backpack full of emergency rations and equipment. Not the sort of emergency rations you would need for a hurricane, or a tornado, but rather the sort of rations you would need if your own government turned against you, and you had to go live off of the woods.
They all thought he was crazy, until the apocalypse came. But by then, they were all dead.
I really don’t like backpacks. Well actually they are not too bad, but they always end up hurting my back no matter how high or low I wear them. And they never seem to have enough pockets to put all my stuff in them, I am constantly losing things in them. They remind me of purses in that they do not hold enough things.
Kindergarten: Barbie, duct tape holding it together. From then on, my backpacks got more sophisticated and more purposeful rather than the pink plastic wonder that was my 5 year old self. Basically my life is represented in backpacks.
Sometimes I just wanted to fill my backpack and run. Only, this is a metaphorical backpack. I want to load it with all of my good memories, all of the good emotions, all of the things that will keep me happy and run. Only, you can run, but eventually you’ve gotta look back. That’s the problem with running away; you don’t know how far you’ve gone until you look back to see where you came from.
Yosemite. i went backpacking with friends from school. the mountains were so pretty, capped with white. Cooper smiled at me. my legs hurt, but it was okay because the view fromthe top brought tears to my eyes. the rock was scratched, and rough, but we slept under the stars, and had oatmeal fro breakfast.
With a full backpack one can do almost anything. Ofcourse it really depends more on the contents of the backpack to be able to do some thing, but if you have a pack full of random crap you should still be able to McGyver something up given just about any situation. Use your brain, it truely is the most important thing that you own.
the smell of the summer air soon starts to die away. over the summer months hung an unspoken aura of urgency. unforgetful moments are presented as a slide show behind your eyelids as your worn out body daydreams about the past. its monday morning and your still half asleep, 6:00am is kind of a time where nothing is to be seen. your shower is cold; your oatmeal’s dry. your mother forgets to kiss you good-bye.you’re walking to school; it’s thirty degrees.your fingers won’t work; your toes and ears freeze. your zipper is stuck; your left sneaker squeaks. life is rough when heading back to school, man oh man i wish i was completely done with school.
“I was hiding in my friend’s backpack, waiting for them to open it and I would jump out to their surprise. What I didn’t count on was the lack of air inside the backpack”
This person died shortly after…all that’s left was this note in the backpack
i hate the word backpack… some people cant say it right and it pisses me off….the end. i once paid 80 dollars for a backpack and it broke within a month.eff my life.
i carry a backpack to school. one day in middle school i was standing outside with a heavy backpack and the wind blew really hard and knocked me over. i do not use a backpack in college. i had a favorite backpack, it was blue and the brand was jansport.
walking in the forest, camping, firewood, the smell of bonfires, tents, fishing,. hiests, school, walking, lunch, being prepared,
I love my backpack. It holds everything and is always there for me. Carrying around so much shit is hard. My backpack lifts the weight to be properly distributed across my shoulders.
books. school. friends. dumb rules. guns. killing spree. backing across europe has always been a dream of mine. something that my wildest ambition to be fulfilled
I have a backpack. It’s got hello kitty on it and probably a few crumbs in it. I also have a muse backpack, but Connor’s got it. Eh, well, it’s not really a backpack, it’s a “satchel”. I spelled “satchel” wrong the first time. This is strange, and my wrist hurts. I like backpacks more than purses.
i carry my backpack everyday to school. my friends often make fun of how low i have it possitioned. it sits on my shoulders and weighs down my entire body as i unload and reload my books and binders throughout the day. though its a pain, i dont know how i could survive school without my backpack.
One. What a strong word. It’s like you get ONE chance in a lifetime. ONE time to do everything a first time or do everything over. ONEce. Like ONEce upon a time.
I pick up my backpack and get ready to leave. In my backpack I keep all the necessities to make it through a day. Like pens and pencils to arm myself to fend off the enemies crowding on your desk, like paper to use as shields against other attacks or build fighter planes or messenger planes to fight offense with offense or send messages to be decoded by an ally, like a water bottle for hydration up to the last minute of the battle, like a pack of gum to use as sticky bombs to catapult at any given second. My instruments for battle. My instruments to survive my daily life. All of it is kept in my backpack, and all I need to do is reach my hand down and I can satisfy the hunger for the creativity I had when I was younger.