Item I Carry

Some things I carry I hold with feigned pride. Overpriced textbooks, innumerable notebooks, thick binders, and shiny planners serve as a nagging reminder. They tauntingly whisper to me. This is what you’re here for. This is what you’re worth. I clutch onto trophies and certificates. They scream at me. You could have done better. You’re nothing without me.

I only carry a small amount of things. I carry some physical things and some emotional things. The physical things are usual things that most girls carry, stuff that we could use at any time. The emotional things usually put weight on my shoulders and when I start to think about then my mood gets worse. I carry stress, so much stress. I stress about everything and anything. Stress is not a good thing and can can weight gain, pimples, binge eating, lack of eating or more. Alot of people carry stress, you might not be able to see it on the outside because not alot of people show it.

Like in the book, The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien, the thing I carry are “largely determined by necessity” (2). Just like in the book, there are very few things that I carry that just because I want to. Most things I carry are things I have to carry because of school or my life. I carry a lot of things with me in my everyday life that are both physical and emotional. Some of these things include my driver’s license, my stress because of school and from planning for college, and the memory of losing my grandpa Glenn.

The things I carry are determined by the weight of the world. I carry the oceans, the mountains, the valleys, and the deserts. I carry fear and courage, serenity and chaos, creation and destruction. I carry light and darkness, truth and lies, secrets and answers. But most of all, I carry love and hate.

Physically I don’t really carry a lot of things. The three things I honestly can’t live without are my headphones, my phone, and my promise ring. I always have my phone on me since I talk to a lot of my friends, and they rely on me for a lot. I always have my headphones on me so I can listen to music so I can shut the world out around me whenever I get stressed out. It’s nice to get lost in

There are many items that I have in my possession that make me feel accomplished or an item that I use just daily. There is however, some items that have absolutely no idea why I have, and continue to hold on to them. For example, I still have a karate trophy that I really don’t pride, a computer hard drive that should have been thrown away, and some empty boxes of Run Gum. It’s either I don’t want it or I don’t need it, and these three items I really should not have, but will continue to possess.

I carry the basic necessities, my brown wallet, with identification to remind myself I am anything but human. I carry a pack of twenty white sticks that I call companions, as they’ve been there when others weren't. I carry a phone with no intention of contact with the outside world, only to be left to see notifications of irrational facebook games. I carry a slender body with toothpicks as arms that can’t sustain the weight of what I carry and often break off in an emotional uproar, attaching them is harder than it seems it takes the dreams and goals in life I carry to sew these tiny antennas pointed to the heavens back in sync. I carry excessive amount of hair atop my head that defines my outer

The things I carry is not as meaningful as the things that I keep safe. Physically I carry a phone and it means something for me because it’s direct contact with my friends and family with the push of a button. Not only that, but I am able to see the pictures and videos of loved ones that passed away or are so far away that I can’t see them. My phone is the quickest way for anyone to reach me at any time and it is very meaningful for me to talk to the people I love. Something that I have, but I don’t carry is a gold chain that my mother gave me. When it comes to objects, it is the most meaningful of all. The reason why it is so meaningful for me is because the backstory that went goes with it. My mom is very important to me and she raised me

In a literal, physical sense, I carry headphones, chap stick and my house keys with me everywhere I go. The clothes I wear, my wallet, all of my receipts that I keep for unknown reasons and my AP English homework are other things among the list. I carry the bags under my eyes, which have varying weights depending on the day. For good luck I carry a picture of my oldest brother and I at my second birthday party with me. I carry my old and dirty grey converse as well as a bright orange shirt for P.E. I carry myself, above everything else.

One of the things that I carry with myself is my deck of Kansas University playing cards. The cards remind me of good memories with my brother. Some of the cards are bent, others are beat up in other ways. I remember every little nick and mark on the cards. The cards are a little bit of physical and emotional baggage that i carry with myself everyday.

You fear that while talking to strangers and even talking to someone that you know, that they will judge you by what you are saying. Some may rather stay quiet and listen in to what is being said than speak up and say what is on their minds. You even be scared to talk to your own family members in the fear that they will make fun or judge what you are saying. “Socially anxious college students also judge others who appear anxious more negatively than do college students without social anxiety (Purdon et al., 2001)” They seek comfort by staying to themselves and talking to certain people that they can trust enough to talk

I’ve never been one to talk to or hang around many people even if they are famous. I’m a quiet person who never had anyone around. My outlook on life was very negative and I wanted nothing to do with anyone else. Growing up I didn’t have anyone to talk to when something was bothering me or if I needed help with anything. Once I became older it wasn’t easy for me to open

I have headphones already in the front pocket ready to go if I feel like I need to leave the moment and go into my own happy place no matter where I am. Lighters a bit down incase i ever need to set a fire obviously not the case 100% of the time but you never know. I carry with me broken pencil sharpeners from when I couldn't find my hiding places in the cities, they are at the very bottom of my tiny blue backpack along with my bad thoughts; when i'm at my low and didn't have anywhere to go to oor headphones to create a distraction from negativity creeping in my thoughts I relied on these heavily. With these they carry the guilt I have for ever thinking they were helpful for me, they carry my mother's cries when I finally owned up to carrying the scars on my body from them, and they carry my starting point to where I am now. Each item I carry has its own weight to carry, I associate each item not with its use but by what makes my happiest and who I am as a

Have you ever thought about the things you have and what they mean to you whether they are physical or not? I will admit, I don’t regularly think about what my possessions mean to me. There is a short story called the things they carried, which is about some American soldiers in the Vietnam War, and what the things they carried meant to them emotionally and physically. Some of my most important things are my gold chain necklace, rifle, and wallet.

Being a social butterfly with the difficulty to speak her mind may seem contradictory, however the causes of past experience provide evidence. Main causes for self struggles include my upbringing and insecurities. My upbringing from a Hispanic household had influenced my understanding of adults to be respected and not to question their authority. What my parents said was law, no questions about it. Respect slowly turned to fear as I grew older due to consequences and punishments I received. My insecurities slowly conquered my thoughts at the age of 10, preventing me from speaking to any adult. I felt as if everything I said or did was incorrect, triggering my silence inside and outside the classroom. My silence slowly spiraled my life downwards causing my fear of authority to follow me from middle