The Snooze Alarm

My backpack is a tough old broad. On the front it says "THE OTHER SIDE OF 2000", it might be worth good money at an antique store. I'm joking, I would never get rid of it, it is one of my prized possessions. After eleven years of carrying my school things my backpack is unfortunately showing its age.

Although carrying 50 lbs of textbooks is its main purpose in life, it also makes a surprisingly comfortable pillow. This afternoon in AP European History, I brought a book and my ipod, fully prepared to stay awake, or so I thought. The book couldn't hold my interest and my ipod had the low battery screen, so I lifted my backpack onto my desk and dozed off. I was drifting into sleep, but could hear the distant noise of Coach Whitefield criticizing our latest batch of essays. I guess I was only half-asleep, but I needed my rest, I didn't get much last night.

But my snooze was too good to last. Before I knew it, I heard the doorbell sound on the school intercom. I groaned as I wiped away the string of drool connecting my backpack to the corner of my mouth. Even if it was only for a little while, getting to sleep was great! I don't know what I would do without my backpack, it's priceless. :)