You carry 27 pounds, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt
While my daughter lounges on Kaanapali Beach, I attended her freshman orientation (cuz I’m a good dad) to get her locker assignment, class schedule, and make arrangements with the athletic director for a place to store her helmet and shoulder pads (the girl’s locker room not having lockers quite big enough). I also picked up her textbooks…all twenty-seven pounds of them. I know she won’t be carrying all of them everyday, but jeez, 27pounds? That’s almost a quarter of her body weight.
Of particular interest, to me anyway, was her reading list for freshman English:
I’m pretty pleased with this list. Looks like we’re a long way from the books I read as a freshman.