What I carry

In regards to what I carry, there is a sharp dichotomy: school Zach and other Zach. I like to think that school Zach is my alter ego. Instead of being my usual laid-back self, I am quite concerned and nervous while at school. Because of this, I make sure not to take any chances. Therefore, I fill my backpack with everything I could possibly ever need for my classes–and more. Besides my usual textbooks and papers, I make sure to always have at least 10 writing utensils on hand. Yes, 10. Call me paranoid, but I don't feel the same without the security of knowing that in the unlikely event a pencil thief was on the lose, I'd have enough spares to get me through the day. I also carry around my seminar binder as well. I really only need it for Tuesday mornings, but I still lug it around just in case Mrs. Barbour were to spring a pop binder check.

Unlike school Zach, other Zach only carries with him the most basic of necessities: my iPhone 4S, my wallet, keys (if I'm driving somewhere), and a pen. While I don't use my phone as much as many of my peers, I still feel incomplete without that chunk of glass and aluminum in my pocket. It connects me to the world and serves as a universal tool that allows me instant access to people, and also freedom from boredom. In my wallet I carry only a few things: my ID, money, and any membership cards I may have. Finally, a pen or pencil is always in my pocket in case I need to write something down.

When speaking of metaphorical items, however, I like to think that I travel pretty light in that regard as well. I carry around confidence, but my ego is smaller than most of the people I know. Besides this I carry with me my morals and my fashion sense. As a Christian, I try to have be as upstanding of a citizen as I can be. I try to be as honest as possible and as kind a possible to whomever I interact with. As for my fashion sense, it is really what defines me. Not just because it allows me to express myself, but also because I am known for being well-dressed. It's really the one thing that separates me from most guys my age.