The Things I carry

               We carry lots of things every single day. Some are heavier than others. Some are more important. What we carry depends on different factors. Sex and beliefs are things that change a lot what we carry. A woman is most likely to carry lipstick and super thin Kotex®. A man’s items are changed because of machismo and other things. A man may carry a pocketknife, thick watch. Other men may carry condoms with them. Your age change what you carry too. As an infant one carries, sweeping thru the floor, their beloved blanket. Until six my now-to-small, thick, hot blanket with a picture of the Hunchback of Notre Dame—a movie that I have never seen— will be my cape, my tent, my shield in courageous battles against dragons… overall, my friend. The things I carry have changed a lot. Toys and videogames aren’t anymore in a bag that I took everywhere. Pokémon DS games that followed me are now in a shelf accumulating dust.

               I carry many things with me wherever I go, even thought in the moments I most need them I don’t not carry them. In my school backpack I carry my notebooks in which all my annotations and information are guarded. I carry either my iPad or laptop .The iPad is used in days were it is least likely to work in an important computer document and to be able to have something lighter. My laptop is used for things that need something more helpful than an iPad. With my laptop I am able to do more than one thing at the same time and do more complex things as big documents, projects, or running applications such as Wordly Wise. I also carry my blue and sharp pocket knife. The only reason I have it is because my old one broke in pieces and I needed one for a camp. Walking through a cheap store I saw a pretty blue, foldable knife that had a price of five dollars. My old one used to cost twenty dollars and will never be as good as this one. I carry my wallet everywhere because my mother is sure that one day I am going to go to school and come back home in a body bag. It doesn’t matter if it is to sleep or to go to the movies, I have to have about three different insurance cards— Assa, Metro Blue, CSS. I carry my cell phone which everyday is more a burden because it obligates me to talk with people I do not want to talk to. My phone will ring in the most unexpected and interrupting times, making be receive angry calls from my parents telling me I am lazy, from my mom making sure that I haven’t died yet, my grandfather wanting me to arrange a taxi, people that should understand that if eight times I close their calls they are to stop calling, and most-than-all calls from different services mad because my father hasn’t paid and costumers of my father saying that his workers are fooling around.

               From this list one of the items that I carry voluntarily is my pocket knife. It probably isn’t allowed in the school but also other classmates have little Swiss. It stays taking a nap in my locker at the start of the day and travels home with me in my bag. It is their as a tool that can be helpful at all moments. In the bus the driver needed a tool to cut something for his son, another bus driver, and my pocketknife was ready to do its function. It makes me feel safe even thought months have passes since the last time I sharpened the blade, know it is dull and the only thing that still cuts is the point— which has served as a screw driver because I am too lazy to go down stairs and get one. She has been my friend for a long time now— she because she reminded me to something Jeremy Clarkson in Top Gear said about three cars (three knifes I had) and how he described them (for me that knife was like the Aston Martin Rapid he was talking about). I do not take it absolutely every were because of the nature of the item, but it follows me to many locations.

               An item I didn’t mention but I use everyday are my glasses. I am completely blind without them. It will not be surprising if I followed another person thinking it was my mother—once even a car (In my defense she was wearing red which happened to be the color of the sedan). If I do not have them on I feel helpless and probably will not do a good job compared to if I was using my glasses. I am able to see objects that are close but it still makes me dizzy to read without my glasses. I need my sight to do every action. I never have left my glasses home because it has become an instinct for me to grab them every morning when I wake up. As you can imagine they are all twisted and broken by the time I get other glasses— which most of the time have the same ache. They are my partner were ever I go and they feel the same pain as I do when I am shot with a dodge ball in the face. They have survived punches, kick, falls, mud, water, sea water, more falls, scratches, and even more falls. They have survived more than my body that lately has been broken or injured week after another. When I was small I hated to use them because the disadvantage of wearing glasses and being the first in your third grade class is to be annoyed every single day of my existence and even today some four-eyed joke—a joke I don’t not find very funny— appears. As the maps that Jimmy Cross caries, without my glasses I will not know where to go.