Graduation Narrative

Graudation Narrative Jarrid Honore
English 101
May 7, 2012

Life & Toilet Paper

Graduation day, what a day. It was by far the most nerve-racking, anxious day ever. Many thoughts were racing through my head. All the parties, family members showering you with gifts. I couldn’t hardly sleep the night before because of the anixety of walkiong across the stage, and knowing I never have to go back to school again. Actually, it was probably more of a relief for the faculty and staff because they did not have to go through all my controversy anymore. I was always the one who was the class clown and in school and always got into mischief all the time. Of course, what do you expect when you come to school not in proper uniform and told to go home. As I got up for graduation day my palms were sweaty all day. I took three showers to keep cool, but then I realized I was only graduating. It wasn’t like I was winning a million dollars or going on the show, “Deal or No Deal”. When I arrived at the auditorium, we gathered in the back gym area and waited for the music to start so we could walk, for the last time, out Warren Easton Charter High School as a student. I was looking through one of my friends glasses as we apoke and one of my teachers was waving her hand to tell me I needed to come talk to her real quick. So, I walked over and asked, "Hey Corice, my girl. I'm bout too be up out this thang!” She laughed replied, "I know, I'm going to miss your crazy butt." She then graced me with some information and said I can take it any way I want to. I looked around and thought it was going to be something bad. So I listened. And it was advice on life from a teacher that had been through alot. She said, “Jarrid remember, life is like a roll of tiolet paper." I was dumbfounded by her 'advice'. Then I said, "What is that supposed to mean?” She replied, “You can make your life short and wasteful, or you can be YOU and make it long and useful.” I started to laugh inside to myself about it. She looked at me and said, “What is so funny? I'm serious.” I replied, “WHAT?? Where did you get that from? I’ve never thought that I would compare my life to roll of tiolet paper." She looked at me and was telling to think about it while. So I thought, as I walked to get in place for our 'grad stride', it slowly started to sink in and it had hit me as I walked across the stage to recieve the achievement that was waited four years to get. Right before we turned out tassles to the left, and I got ready to send my cap into the air, it finally dawne on me what she was tryng to say. The simile hit me out of nowhere like as if someone had blindsided me. Ms. Corice was simply trying to lead me in the right direction. That’s why she was stating that it was up to me to make the choice. Just like the simile that she was portraying to me in the classroom. I took her advice. Oh yes I took her advice, and let me say I used that roll of tiolet paper. She never said that I couldn’t have more than one roll. Meaning that I have had to “purchase” a few rolls, since the day I walked out of Warren Easton Charter High. I’m sorry no one can make one roll of tiolet paper last ten years, let alone one. But, I have made it last for two years, educated that same thought on alot of people and just like me they all did the same thing at first. They would giggle and then about twenty minutes later it would hit them. That look of “Wow, that’s an extremely deep thought." My class reunion is being planned and I’m sure the rebutle to the teacher will be quite funny. Hopefully, since I have gained a few years. Maybe she will set another simile upon me to think about for another few years. At least I took one piece of information out with me when I hit them doors for the very last time.