In his essay “The Art of Eating Spaghetti,” Russell Baker shows how he once believed that it was a very unlikely possibility for someone to become a writer right out of high school and make an honest living at it. He tells about how much of a bore English courses were and how dull grammar was (36). When he went on into his third year of English I having Mr. Fleagle, he knew it was going to be another dull year. Later that year Mr. Fleagle handed out a choice of topics for an informal essay, and one caught his eye (37). He began to think of an experience that he once had sitting around the supper table with his family, he “recalled the laughing arguments he had about the socially respectable way for moving spaghetti from plate to mouth”, and he began to write (37-38). He wrote from his heart and got passed the restrictions set by all the outlines and writing systems. A few days later, Mr. Fleagle read his essay out loud to the class, and they enjoyed it. He then realized that his possibility of becoming a writer was just a little bit close to reach out for (38).
Just as Russell Baker had an experience that brought about a change in his life and his thinking, I too had an experience that changed my day to day life and the way I had to prepare for that next day next day. All of my life my mom washed all of my clothes for me. I would take my dirty clothes downstairs, throw them in the hamper, and my mom would wash them for me. When she was finished washing them, I would pick them up and put them back into my dresser and hang them up in the closet. My girlfriend always makes fun of me and calls me a momma’s boy. I was dependent on my mom to do this for me even though I had the all the time in the world to get it done myself.
One day all of that changed. The day after my graduation from high school, I woke up just as I did any other day. Except that day I had an extra spring in my step and a smile on my face, for that morning was the end of the grueling task of having to deal with high school.