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April 4, 1998

[Towerkeeper's Note: This was actually written on April 2. I forgot to upload. Oops!]

Springtime. Maybe I've watched one too many Disney movies, but I still associate the season with "newness". The flowers, the birds, the sunshine, and even the fresh dirt (I had to break the "cutesy" trend there <wink>). Doesn't matter if I live in a place where there's virtually no difference, or where Winter's been holding on with a vengeance: the concept still sticks.

So. New season. New beginning. New stuff. I started my new class at my new school today. Tried to get lost without getting lost (man, what a campus). After three months of intensive office work, it's a little odd being in a classroom again; I almost fell asleep. Not to say that the class was boring, but it's been a while since I've gotten up since sunrise. [Silly me, I had to choose a morning class, didn't I?]

I started the term with a very last minute manner. Found out about the orientation the day before, and got all my particulars ready the night before registration. [You should see the ID photo I had taken that night...umm.. maybe not]. Bought a handful of pens, grabbed an unused notebook...and my trusty backpack, and left.

I'll probably buy some new stationery, a new notebook... A fresh new start, you know. But I'll probably never get 'round to buying a new 'pack. In fact, the night before, I sat down, pulled out my sewing kit and patched the seams up for the second time in its 'lifespan'. Luckily its black, so no one really notices, but who cares?

I'll be the first to admit that I'm not exactly kind to my all of things; least of all my bag. If truth be told, I've literally abused the thing. Unlike me, I know of friends who simply adore their bags. Every few weeks, they'll wash it. Everytime they come home, they'll empty it, hang up nicely and suchlike. "Bag-care: for a long and lasting relationship with your backpack."

Me? I'm more liable to be seen chunking my bag at the end of the day on the floor (heck, repeatedly throughout the day)... And unpacking? I'll do that at the end of the week, when I find I'm breaking my back because I just haven't gotten around to taking Monday's, Tuesday's, Wednesday's and Thursday's textbooks out, yet.. "Just pile 'em on, Sista!" Along the same lines, after an "incident or two", I've learned it's just best not to put food in there. [Eeewwww] And woe be to loose-leaf papers that find themselves chunked in.

But I must be doing something right. I've had this bag for nearly six (6) years now. Yeppers. I guess my bag's sort of an old pal, now. We have an understanding. I refrain from storing food inside (and anything more than a ton) and it'll refrain from tearing apart at the seams in public. So far, so good.

[Knock wood!]

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