The drugs started to take effect in the worst possible moment. My knees bunched over with every step I took, and no matter how many times I gasped for air I couldn't breath. It was useless, it felt like I was running under water. My heart was pounding in my throat, threatening to breakout of its cage and leave my mouth in the form of bile. It wasn't raining, but my cheeks were damp. Just like a river the tears flowed down my face and blurred my vision. Keeping my book on the adjacent seat, I caught a glimpse of the black-framed wall clock out of the corner of my eye for the ninth time this hour, scrutinizing the second hand, which seemed to linger an extra minute at every passing second. I took my gaze off of the clock, silently vowing to …show more content…
Girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing. Weekend has arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music blasting without. I had managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. I saw my friends faraway chattering and fooling around. I was stuck in the wrong crowd; they are nothing like me but somehow I am still friends with them. I slowly made my way up to my “so called friends”. As I got near, a heavy silence settled over them; thicker than the uneasy tension in the atmosphere. Unsettled eyes glanced unceremoniously around at me and others tried to avoid catching any glances. “We have been waiting for you” yelled Derek. His voice was rasping, like an old man, even though his face was young.Years of smoking and alcohol abuse had made his voice sound like it had traveled via vocal chords of heavy sandpaper. My mouth is almost too dry to speak. I nod like an idiot and then croak out "Uh why were you waiting
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
Americans have been using drugs like morphine, heroin, and cocaine and marijuana. When the 20th century began, the United States began to take notice to its first drug epidemic. The government gradually instituted effective restrictions, by passing laws that limit the distribution of opium and coca crops. During the 1960s, drugs like amphetamines, and psychedelics came on the scene, and a new generation embraced the use of these drugs. With the drug culture expanding, our government developed new laws and agencies to target the problem. In 1973, through executive order President Richard Nixon founded The U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) to enforce federal drug laws. In the 1980s, crack appeared causing the addiction rate to sky rocket
Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”
I turned up the heat to make sure that the car would be warm by the time my sister stumbled down the front steps of King Philip Middle school. The Autumn air started to turn bitter, and leaves coated the ground so that you could not walk without a symphony of crunches rising from under your step. A gust of wind rushed by, and I was thankful for my car cocoon, which covered me from the coming chills. My hands fumbled with the radio, searching for a “good” song. I heard the bell ring, and watched as adolescents, streamed out of the school bundled up for one of the first times this year. My sister slid into the car, and with her came a gust of cold air.
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.
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.
I felt as if all the walls were closing in on me, but then I heard him say, “Hello.” his voice was so cheerful at first. The tension in my throat was unreal. I’m singer I’ve hit a couple notes that have done a number on my throat, but this tension was so much more. All I could manage to say, “Did you see?............ Did you see her?........ I can’t believe this it’s not true. It can’t be!”
eavesdroppers, but the emptiness of the hall was pervaded by nobody. His gaze shifted to Al,
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 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,
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
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
least dying of an overdose, thus making it seem safe. The high is described as
drug makes us feel very good, we tend to want to take that drug again
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.