the archives: confessions, part 2.

The following is a cautionary tale from a girl who years later would find half of a burrito in her coat pocket.

“Julia” my mom yelled at me. “Coming” I yelled back.

Well what do you know, she wants me to set the table like always…

When I finally finished setting the table, I started up the stairs. Well I didn’t get too far up the stairs when my mom asked, “When was the last time you cleaned out your backpack?”

The truth of the matter is that the last time I did clean out my backpack was I think in second grade. So I went to go get my backpack and clean it out.

Oh gross. At that moment I really needed a gas mask. I decided to start at the biggest part of the backpack and get that over with. This is probably one of the bravest things I have ever done in my life, I thought to myself.

Oh you would not like the smell of my back pack it really stunk. This is the list of things that I found in my backpack: 2 rotten clementines, 4 really old juice boxes, 3 puddings that I put in my backpack two years ago, and as well I forgot to take out my apples so they leaked like crazy — it was like a swamp of apple juice in my bag.

Well you can’t really say that my backpack was neat. Especially the biggest pocket, god there was a lot of junk in there! So whenever you are cleaning out your backpack, and you think that it is really bad, just think back to my backpack and I guarantee you that it will never be as bad as mine!

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