Wackpacks in island florals: now you're not limited to Hawaiian shirts to look like a tool.

Clunk, clunk, clunk. That's the sound of your fly new backpack-on-wheels as you stroll down State Street to your first class. People stare, clearly jealous of your genius mode of book transport. 

Um, not so much. Sans medical reasons, there is no excuse for employing the use of said wheel-having backpack.

This seems obvious, but there are clearly people in Madison who did not get the memo. Seriously, are these people really that lazy?

Man up. Hike up Bascom Hill looking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame with the rest of the student body. At least you can't hear them coming from 100 yards away.