The Things I Carry

When I look in my bag I see all that I need for the school day. In front of everything are my soccer cleats, white with dirt and mud stuck under the pink plastic bottom of it, but placed in a red bag brought everyday especially for them. Inside are the collection of my notebooks, some torn and pages falling out while others impeccable. My binder filled with unorganized papers and shoved in tests reading B’s at the top of them, work folded every which way and probably messy enough to make any person with even the slightest case of OCD cringe. At the bottom is a collection of unwanted grades with my name and handwriting on it, shoved down and hidden from adults, but mostly myself.
            In the front pocket of the worn out Jansport backpack is my IPod touch engraved with my full name, a pair of earphones to add to my headphones and my “agenda” rarely filled with homework assignments but rather drawings developed while waiting. Cherry Chap Stick, a most commonly turned off cell phone and a pack of Kleenex. 
            I’m still a student and although my backpack is normally packed with unnecessary materials for school, that’s not the case for outside of class. When I got out I use the most minimal of bags to simply hold, once again, my chap stick, money, my cell phone and always, no matter where I go, my IPod.
            I don’t know why I carry my IPod everywhere, I just do. I mean, it’s not like I’m listening to it every second of the day (I have class to attend) but whatever chance I get, ill take. I can’t handle silence, in a way it annoys me and I’m not exactly a talker, I much rather prefer to sit back and think about things which are two things that seem to contradict each other. But I think music allows that silence to be filled and at the same time I can think to myself.