Major Point In My Life
In the ninth grade I started doing drugs. I thought it was fun and cool. I used them every day which had started out with only marijuana. I just smoked for the fun of it I thought it put me in better state of mind which I realize now it did not do that for me much less anything. I partied every single weekend even most of the weekdays because I dropped out of school. So the next year came which made me a sophmore this is when I dropped out of school within the first two weeks. I tried moving schools to get away from everything and everyone I knew but it just made it worse because I found that same crowd with a lot more kids to do drugs with. So I left the first school I went to which was p.v. After that I just completely quit school for awhile and got a job. Thinking that would help me change it didn’t. It got worse then because I had a lot of money to spend on the drugs I was using and also liquor. So after I started working for a couple months I quit work and bought a lot of drugs to start selling and making money. It worked because I …show more content…
I got out of the car and went and talked to them. I told them if they did not give me money I would come back with a gun they started laughing and joking like I was kidding. So I told them I would be back. Thirty minutes later I came back with a gun. They were all still standing outside and I pulled up with the gun tucked away. As soon as I got out they came at my with a huge piece of pipe. Not even seeing the gun the were still coming at me. I pulled the gun on them and shot. The bullet was a dud with nine more in the chamber. I recocked and pointed it at them again. I set the gun down to fight and they ran literally ran. I was cussing and yelling I chased after one of them and his friend picked up my gun. He pointed at me and pulled the trigger. Luckily for me it was another dud. I got in my car and
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Drug abuse was also a part of my life from middle school until I was 21 years old. I think that a big part of me becoming addicted to drugs came from the type of boundaries, according to structural theory, that I had when I moved in with my parents. In my grandparents’ home I was never allowed to play with kids in the neighborhood, if I played outside, my grandma was always with me. My grandparents had very rigid boundaries and as a result began accusing me of doing drugs and smoking
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.
During my high school years I’ve joined a club called Future Farmers of America which I really had gotten involved with for three and a half years. This being my first time in a club I found myself to be really busy throughout my school time, not only busy but I loved being part of that group. The reason why I loved that group was because there were judging teams and livestock teams that I was really good at. Rite before my senior year was about to be over I decided to leave school for good only because I thought my job was more important. So once I left school I thought it was ok just to do anything I wanted. This is where my whole life took a turn for its worse. Now getting involved with drugs and gangs I was completely far away from an education or a job. Being on the streets was my job. This only landed me in jails and prisons for a period of time.
I was on my way to pick up a pizza I just ordered, and I was driving my roommate car. It was a black 2007 Cadillac CTS. So as I’m driving down the street I notice that they are a lot of police cars and I’m telling a friend of mine that was riding with me something isn’t right. I get to the last block on the street and I spotted another cop car and he flashes his lights and gets right behind me. Right before I know it about 10 plus police cars pull up flashing bright lights and blocking the entire street off. My teammate that was riding with we was so scared I had to calm him down. They had us sitting in the car for about 20 minutes and also have red beams all over the car, so now I’m getting a little nervous then finally they speak and give me all these direction to get out the car and when I finally turned around it was so many guns in face. I instantly get mad and filled with anger. They told me turn around and walk backwards then someone cuffed me and put me in the car. They did the same to my teammate. The cops were so scared it freaked me out. Then they rushed the car with their guns pointed at each angle of it thinking whoever they were looking for was in there. Once they realized we were good they asked us questions and let us know that they were looking for two black males in a black Cadillac. The two guys they were looking for had shot somebody. What’s crazy is, none of
I started hanging with the wrong crowd to fit in which led to me focusing on the ways of the street instead of school. I began to smoke, drink, and sell drugs. My mind made me think that that was the true way of life. Without the guidance from my
Ok where should i start...it all started when i was 15 i started smoking pot and after awhile it was not working so i started doing acid but that stopped working so i found this kid downtown and he introduced me into coke man i was living the life than well that's what i thought, i always had money and i was always able to get high right thats what its all about...no it's not i got kicked out of my mom's house and i never went home to my dads so one morning i woke up and i didn't have money and i was freaking out so i went to my mom's when she was at work and stole 100 dollars from her dresser went out got high went back to my friends and it
I needed something more, something stronger. Though alcohol was my first true love, it was difficult to get. I was young and didn’t have many older friends who could get any for me. That is where marijuana came in. The feeling of ease and comfort that marijuana gave me satisfied my desire for a very long time. I smoked anytime and all of the time to tame the feeling I had for so long. So, I started hanging out with people who were avid marijuana smokers and they introduced me to a couple of other things. I made new friends such as Klonopin, Ativan, and Xanax. My goal became to not only fill the void, but to forget about it
The real key to stopping addiction and abusive behavior in our coming generations is prevention. If we can work together in society to better educate the actual physical effects that drugs have on an individual and step away from the typical drugs are bad we might be able to educate enough youth to make them not want to except drugs even for that first time before you realize that that’s all you needed to lose control. Life is a choice however some choices come with irrevocable consequences and drug abuse and addiction is truly one of these choices. The question you can ask yourself is where will you fall in this choice? It can be the best decision you make in your life or the worst.
He got it close to me, I got scared, I yelled very hard. They ran when I yelled. I got scared when I saw the gun. I yelled with fear. When I yelled, the 3 of them ran. They were brown skinned. I had seen them before when they passed by. One of them lived nearby where I lived. I could see them when they passed by near the parking lots. When I yelled one of the neighbors came out. He asked me what was wrong, that I looked very frightened. He said he heard someone yelling. He called the police. The police arrived and asked me what was going on, so I told them what had happened. I explained to them and made the report. The police looked for the men that had pointed a gun at me. I described how they were and looked. The police left and later another police arrived with various photos, of those photos I recognized the one that had the gun. I would leave to work with fear that they would come back. The time passed and I had fear to go out of my house to work. The time passed and they scheduled me to court and I presented myself. There at the court were I presented myself, was the man that had pointed the gun at me. I had fear that day of the court and looked at him, he stared at me a
By seventeen I was well on my way to an early grave. My mindset was very much the same as it had always been, but when stealing failed to get me the money i needed to get the drugs I so desperately craved, i had to turn to more drastic measures.
It was one life-changing experience I was seven years old when I became grateful for the things that I had. I remember packing for this big trip my parents were planning for a year now. I precisely recall my mother telling me to go through my closet and pick clothes I did not use to give away, I didn't know why, but I didn't ask, I just did it. As the day got closer I remember my parents had accumulated a great amount of things to give away. I quite didn't understand why they were gathering so many things and for what reason.
A life-changing event is not something to be taken lightly. Throughout our lives, we encounter many obstacles and changes, some of which bring us joy and excitement, others of which may be hard for us to handle. When I look back on my relatively short life, it may, at first, be hard for me to think of an event that has truly molded and shaped the person that I am today. I have encountered several changes, but at the time, they felt like mere speed bumps along my path. Looking back now, it is easy for me to see that these changes were not by chance, but were placed in my path to form the person that I am today.
Throughout my life, I’ve had many turning points, whether it’s something I could control or not. Sometimes, the decision you make can cause a turning point in your life. Whether it is a good or bad decision, it’s something you have to live with. Many times, in my life I’ve made the wrong decision, but I’ve also made many good decisions that have made my life better. The biggest turning point in my life was because of a decision I made mostly on my own.
I didn't have a great childhood, mainly growing up around drugs, gangs, and gunshots every night, but when I got older my friends were the ones who saved me from all that madness by taking me into their arms and drifting me away from the wrong crowds. Now, I go back and see them and they're those people I thought they would never be. Drugs run far in the public schools of Massachusetts now that I realize it, a lot of my friends are now heavy drug addicts. When you think of drugs in high school, you think of the basic marijuana, but that's not the case. They are doing the real deal, which are heroin and cocaine. They've been sucked into a dark abyss where I can't save them, not because I don't know how, which I do know, but because I'm so far away that what I say over text or social media to them won't ever be enough to try to change their mind. I just wish that one day they realize what wrong they are doing and seek help, come back to the reality of life instead of trying to escape through the imagination world drugs take you to. I guess the only good outcome from all this is the lessons I learn from my family and friends. Seeing their wrong doings have given me a good sense of what to do in life and what not to do, and that