Descriptive Writing About Drugs

My thesis statement is that recreational drugs are bad and good for you. It is also lot better for a recreational drug to be legal than keeping it illegal. Doing recreational drugs is bad for an individual health and bad for the society’s health has a full population. It leads to lot of other health issues, mentally and physically. Recreational drugs are addictive and would make the individual become addicted. Addicted would lead to lot other problems and sickness. Using recreational drugs through sharing of needles would spread diseases like HIV/AIDS and hepatitis. Making the recreational drugs legal would do more good to the poplution as a whole. Making it legal would means loss of profit for the drug lord and drug cartel. Which would

As I walk into my new class I spot my friends that I’ve had since Sixth Grade we’d been through a lot the year before, and created a bond so robust that it was put asunder. From that instant the situation fluttered into a butterfly effect. We slowly began to go in our separate directions, Miss Better at Everything drifted towards the cool kids, Mister Comedian and Mister Pastor’s Son stuck together,

Drugs are a complex problem with widespread political, economic and social implications for producing, transit, and consumer nations. In the area of foreign policy, political and economic instability in drug producing areas around the world-and particularly in Latin America is an epidemic that cannot be ignored. The objective of this paper is to asses the past issues, current status, and future prospects of the US war on drugs in Latin America - specifically Panama. It begins with a brief overview of the basic problems of drug use in America, and examines how the United States has handled the specific situation of General Noriega and the Panamanians. Finally, I will examine an array of policy options

The Language play I will thoroughly analyze is the modern day street slang for drugs. It’s interesting how we “address” a drug based on various side effects it causes rather than its pharmaceutical name. For example, the drug Cocaine is called “Base Crazies”. “Base Crazies” refers to the way it easily gets you hooked leaving you wanting more and making you search on your hands and knees for cocaine. (ONDCP, 2005) Using the Internet, books, and pamphlets based on drugs will help me in my research of finding different abstract terms for the common street drug.

eavesdroppers, but the emptiness of the hall was pervaded by nobody. His gaze shifted to Al,

I didn’t know who they were, or which class they came from, but they knew us. You could tell. While other kids were confident, bright, and lively, we walked slowly, with hunched backs as to not be seen. I could feel their smirks and whispers bounce over me. “Probably about me,” I thought. “What if they think that I’m weird?” And then it hit me. Literally. A ball came flying out of nowhere and knocked the air out of me. I faced the sky, gasping for breath. The brilliant clear blue sky was a reminder of how much everybody else enjoyed this. Everybody except for me.

Work of drug specialists is relied upon to become quicker than the normal for all occupations during that time 2000, basically because of the build pharmaceutical needs of a bigger and more established populace. The expanded number of moderately aged and more established individuals will build the interest in drug store settings. The quickly developing number of elderly populace is particularly critical since the doctor prescribed medications are utilized twice as much by individuals beyond sixty five years old, on the normal, as more youthful individuals. The probability of the investigative change will make more medication items accessible for the counteractive action, analysis, and treatment of sicknesses will likewise build interest for

As Victoria entered the school everything seemed different, but at the same time the same. Same faces, same people, same school, but at the same time things seemed different. Expresion, Victoria finally thought of the word. Expression on people’s faces, they seemed more welcoming, saying “Hi”, but if you looked closer you can see that it was phony. Last year not so many people said “Hi” but you could see sincerity in their eyes. Many things had changed from last year, friends, sports, interests, and of course now she is in 10th grade, but that was not that important. It all started this summer when Victoria went to a camp where she met the her new friends, Alisa, Jessie, and Natalie. They got very close together over the summer. Victoria always thought they were mean like other popular girls, but no they were very nice to her. Now school began and Victoria became popular as well, she thought she would never be. Not that Victoria was such a loser she had friends that were always there for her were always there for her but being popular never was her thing. And what about her old friends? Well,

The line between public safety and the continuation of a high standard of privacy for all is a razor thin line; the United States government itself straddles it every day. Such is one very serious complication that the administrators and security forces of Coppell High School face: it is in the best interest of the administrators to prevent drug usage in the school as to stop the spread of any conflict (namely any characteristically delinquent behaviors such as interpersonal violence and school dropout) that they could potentially cause. However, it is also imperative to maintain some level of privacy so that students do not lash out against the administrators and school-wide morale remains fairly high. Numerous students and other relevant

It was a gorgeous morning that first day of fifth grade. With the sun happily peeking over the slight wind, my new dress shone with radiance. My heart was pounding deep inside my chest as I walked into the class. I poked my head nervously through the door and surveyed the chaotic scene that lay before me. Kids were rushing about, kids I’d never seen before. I saw her. Anna, with her long blonde hair set back in a headband, her tall athletic frame standing at attention. I could tell right away that she had authority. She was the best, had always been the best, and she knew it. I was intrigued. Nervously, I tiptoed around to the teacher and waited for Anna to notice me. Her cool lips were puckered in a sophisticated pout as she took me in. Her

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

drug makes us feel very good, we tend to want to take that drug again

I had woke up to the tranquility of a Sunday night there was a slight breeze, It was May 29th, 2016 around eight p.m. I was alone and confused in a poorly, lit living room. I stared into these white walls that were so bright it felt as if you were staring into snow, I was stuck and could only think, “I just have to organize all my things for tomorrow before I fall back asleep.”  I sat there on my couch tired from the late night before. I felt time was ticking as the sun faded with each second, I prepped my things for work the next morning. When I had finished with organizing my belongings I sat back onto my black couch that was so stiff it felt as if you were laying on a walk board from a pier. The first thing I did was grab my phone. At

least dying of an overdose, thus making it seem safe. The high is described as

Whirling winds on this October morning sent chills crawling up and down my spine. With simply my laptop in hand, and a grey beanie to sit comfortably atop my head, I walked to school pondering about today’s Halloween activities. This small morning trip in the fog was my main time of day to become lost in thought and to reflect on some of life’s many adventures. Never have I chosen to abandon my scheduled thinking time, to instead go and mingle with my fellow peers. This, along with many others, is one of the reasons why people have cast me as the town's loner/ introvert.