An Unfortunate First Day.

It was the first day of class of my first year of college. I had bought so many things in preparation for college, I couldn’t remember half of what I bought. One thing I took notice to was my new backpack. I knew that it would essentially be part of me, during my time at school. I could have made the decision to go for a cheaper one, as I had already bought so much, and had more to buy.  Instead I optioned for one that wasn’t cheap, but also one that wasn’t to expensive, it was a brand I never heard of, but it was of no concern to me as it wasn’t the cheapest and it looked like it would work.

The first day of class I packed up my newly purchased notebooks and my newly purchased used textbooks.  On my way to class I noticed that the backpack was sticking to my shirt. I didn’t think much of it as I spilled jelly on the counter while I was making my breakfast I assumed I had just put it in that.  To my horror I could not remove that backpack from my shirt. I assumed this sticky substance was attached to my shirt and that was it. I went to the bathroom and noticed that I couldn’t take my shirt off because the sticky substance went through the shirt and was sticking to my back. At this point I was no longer concerned with getting to class and only wanted to get the backpack removed from my back.

I was concerned enough that I was willing to ask help from the person who was using the stall. My pleads for help, were brushed off as a joke and just a way to disturb him while he was using the bathroom. I assumed I would be able to remove the back if I pulled hard enough. When I started to pull an intense pain was felt in my back. I realized my skin was being peeled off with the substance.  To my relief the guy who walked in next had a pair of scissors in his backpack and was able to cut of what he could of my backpack. I was so relieved to remove part of the backpack, I forgot part of it was still on me and I would have to walk around with it for the foreseeable future. A couple of days later, doctors were able to surgically remove the rest of the backpack from my back. I later found out, that the company that made my backpack, was funded my drug lords and there backpacks where being made with hot glue.