The Worst Nomad in the World

As everyone can probably tell, I haul around a heck of a lot
of stuff. My lunchbox, my oversized backpack, my purse, a jacket… I always get
hungry in third hour. So why put my lunchbox away? I utilize my free class time
and my lunch period to study, so why leave my books at home? My purse is
basically a garbage can with some spare change in it. I only keep enough on me
to buy an ice cream cone. But this is just as important. I also have major
hot-cold fluctuations throughout the day, so I always bring a coat to combat
that. Everything I carry is essential, in my mind. However, someone told me
once that I would be “the worst nomad in the world” with all the things I
carry. I beg to differ. Every day I carry with me means of shelter,
nourishment, and protection. My purse is so full it could probably stop a
bullet. I could clobber a bear with my backpack. I could store enough food in
my lunch-pack to last me weeks. And with the surface area of all my bags
combined, I could easily construct a fortress.

I don’t know about you guys, but an iPhone won’t save you in
the wilderness. I was built to survive.