Essay On Last Rodeo

Almost one hundred years ago, prescription drugs like morphine were available at almost any general store. Women carried bottles of very addictive potent opiate based pain killers in their purse. Many individuals like Edgar Allen Poe died from such addictions. Since that time through various federal, state and local laws, drugs like morphine are now prescription drugs; however, this has not stopped the addiction to opiate based pain killers. Today’s society combats an ever increasing number of very deadly addictive drugs from designer drugs to narcotics to the less potent but equally destructive alcohol and marijuana. With all of these new and old drugs going in and out of vogue with addicts, it appears that the increase of misuse and

The Rodeo World Rodeo has been around for several decades and has gradually become very popular around the world. The three events that have been apart of the rodeo since the beginning include saddle bronc, steer roping, and bull riding. Rodeo is a great sport for cowboys and cowgirls to compete in an event that suits their lifestyle. These contests have changed dramatically since the first official rodeo in the late 1800’s. Because the rodeo event was created in 1888, ranchers culture has been brought to the world and created into a world wide sport.

Celia D. Roman Instructor Corbett COM 041 11 November 2011 Essay 1 Addiction is a disease that I will battle for the rest of my life. After being sexually assaulted at the age of twelve, I started to self-destruct. Lack of parental support, less than pristine living conditions, and an addictive personality paved an expressway to a life of addiction. I chose to hang with undesirable people, and was introduced to Marijuana, LSD, Ecstasy, PCP, Cocaine, Heroin and eventually what became the love of my life, the prescription painkiller Morphine. Never did I think that trying pot would have a domino effect. It led me to try harder and more addictive substances ultimately turning my life upside down. Often publicly

When people tell you that life isn’t fair they’re not kidding. Sometimes when you think that you’ve done enough and you’ve worked your butt off things still don’t fall your way. Everyone goes through a dry spell it, just depends on how you respond to it.

The Rodeo Horses running, bulls bucking, and flame throwing are all thing that you could see at a rodeo. When I was in the fifth grade I went to a rodeo with my girl scout troup . We saved up for almost a whole year. We sold cookies, earned money, and waited for the exciting weekend trip to A.J Ranch.

I took a deep breath as I walked my horse into the Greeley Stampede Arena. I told myself just to "relax." I loped a circle around the arena to make sure that my horse was warmed up and ready to go. He was ready but I was starting to get nervous. I stopped in front of the roping box to put my piggin' string in my mouth. I looked at my calf in the chute to make sure that it was number 33, which was one of the best calves out of the whole set. It was, and I was ready to ride into the box and rope my calf, or attempt to rope my calf. I began to get more nervous, more nervous than I ever had been at a rodeo.

Rodeo Roger began learning to rodeo when he was about 14 years old. He and his best friend would go everyday to a ranch next door owned by a pro rider who gave him lessons. Roger speciality was riding Brama Bulls. Brahma bulls is a very dangerous ride. The bull themselves can weigh from 1200-2000 pounds. Roger said I was big and strong. He said “It was like riding on an enormous muscle.” (He says that his wonderful Oklahoma drawl) Roger and his friends used to go to school dressed up in cowboys style. While most of the kids in the sixties would dress in the regular style of the high schoolers. Roger especially loved to wear his cowboy hat in his boots everyday. He love the challenge of riding the bulls. He was especially like meeting new

My relationship with drugs first began during my senior year of high school. While most of my peers attended their first parties years earlier, my first was not until I was already 17 years old. I still remember feeling so cool for attending my first party and having my first sip of alcohol. The feeling of being drunk was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt liberated, like I could break out of my quiet shell and be that fun, goofy person that everyone wanted to hang out with. Prior to this night I had never used any type of substance, legal or illegal. Since then I have continued using alcohol while also trying various different types of drugs including caffeine, marijuana, tobacco, and adderall.

“What are you doing next weekend?” “Going to a rodeo.” “Oh... what about the next weekend?” “I have another rodeo.” I guess you could say that rodeo is kind of a big deal for me. That I’m a “Rodeo Nerd.” Whether it’s being in them, or just

Rodeo is more than a sport, it is a way of life. In the beginning it was based on the everyday skills needed to be a good ranch hand that got the hard work done. Add a little glitz and a few bulls and you have a rodeo.

The Day the Cowboy’s Quit takes place during the 1880’s and revolves around the character, Hugh Hitchcock. “Hitch” can only be described as a man of his word, perhaps even to a fault. He enjoys simple pleasures, and idealizes the cowboy lifestyle. Hitch works for the W Ranch, for a rancher named Charlie Waide, to whom he looks up to as a sort of father-figure. At Charlie’s ranch, Hitch and the other cowboys are free to own their own cattle and brand them as such, so long as they don’t steal from him or any of the other ranchers. However, not all ranchers see fit the hands-off approach Charlie takes with his men. Since the W Ranch is only expanding its horizons, the cowboys, and Hitch, although optimistic, and faithful in Charlie, see this free way of life coming to an end. Soon enough, big ranch owners try to force their ways upon the W Ranch, and Charlie resists, that is, until one of his own is found to have stolen cattle. Charlie’s trust in his men falters, and he conforms to the business oriented ways of the other ranchers. Upon word of this, the

I lost my mom due to drugs. The use of drugs doesn't just effect the person doing them, but it effects the people around them too. My mom is a drug abuser and it has effected my life tremendously. She not only ruined her life, but she has changed mine forever. Some of the effects from my moms drug addiction includes her getting a divorce, neglecting me and my brother, resulting in us moving in with our dad, and her ending up in jail multiple times.

Heroin Heroin, a powerful narcotic, acts upon the brain as a painkiller, increasing physical addiction and ongoing emotional dependence (Schaffer Library of…). Heroin has many challenging and highly risky effects on the user, all the more hazardous if overdosing is present. This extremely dangerous drug, heroin, will never cease being used, but may cease the existence of an individual.

English101/ Narrative Essay I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

Why I Walked Away from My Drug Addiction There are several reasons that caused me to walk away from my past drug addiction, such as, at a lower than low point in time, my drug dependency cost me everything, and every important person in my life. Addiction caused a massive strain on the bond between my family and me. For example, trust that was a given in our family became tainted, and broken because I often lied to my family trying to hide my addiction. On numerous occasions I have stolen from family to support my growing dependency to the drugs. Thus, leading to a disconnect that excluded me from celebrations, holidays, family gatherings, and special events. I was alone with no family, and no one who truly loved me, for I allowed my addiction