Relic of My History – #BookBag2018 #ipaded

My First School Graduation

You go to school, you do what they say, if you’re lucky, you get a lollipop and a diploma. But what does the diploma mean, a life of conformity and survival? I’m not sure…sometimes, all we want is to be loved and supported. Do schools do that for our children? I hope so.

In my closet, I have an assortment of bags, ranging from the ones you pick up at conferences to camera bags to backpacks. I’m proud of my “grown-up” backpack, which I can pack to the gills with all the essentials while on the road consulting, preparing for a zombie apocalypse or more likely these days, visiting my daughter at college. But, not unlike David Warlick, I find myself wondering what to put in my silver-trimmed, black backpack.

And, what I invest into that backpack is the memory of many days of shouldering my pack. Carrying a backpack takes me back down the long road of memory, grown dim and faded like an old photo.

One thing that I do know is that a Bookbag, filled with 20 pounds of books, indicates a school based on standards — and such a school does not teach literacy nearly so much as it teaches compliance. Source: David Warlick, 2cents Blog

Over the years, I’ve carried laptops…Windows, Mac, and even on those occasions I felt brave, Linux. I’ve also carried books. An avid reader, I remember carting Stephen King’s Under the Dome, clearly a tome if there ever was one, along with a few Louis L’Amour paperbacks to the TCEA conference.

These days, I carry over 1,000 books, 4-5 full length videos, carry 20-30 of my favorite multimedia slideshows (just in case someone asks me to stand up and say something), several gigs of videos, a small paper notepad encased in a black leather case, my entire family photo album, and a VGA adapter cable for my iPad (3rd Gen, 64gig). In truth, it all fits–including the power cable–in a bag a quarter the size of my backpack.

Sometimes, I feel I have left something behind. I want to stuff my backpack with more stuff…maybe, I need an extra chapstick, or a pen. The truth is, I don’t need any of that.

Then, I watch my son shoulder his pack. Even for him, textbooks are relics of the past. His teachers post assignments online, recording lessons.

Once upon a time, I carried a backpack and kept my books, pieces of tree bark bound together….

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