Personal Narrative Essay: The War On Drugs

A drug is a substance that alters the mind, body or both. Drug use is an increasing problem among teenagers in colleges today. Most drug use begins in the preteen and teenage years, the years most crucial in the maturation process (Shiromoto 5). During these years adolescents are faced with difficult tasks of discovering their self identity, clarifying their sexual roles, assenting independence, learning to cope with authority and searching for goals that would give their lives meaning. Drugs are readily available, adolescents are curious and venerable, and there is peer pressure to experiment, and there is a temptation to escape from conflicts. The use of drugs by teenagers is the result of a combination of factors such as peer

When I was in high school I was not much different from any other male in my grade. I enjoyed sports, video games, and weed. I started smoking weed when I was in 12th grade. My friend Mike invited me over to his house to hang out one Friday night. As soon as I arrived to his house I smelled a strong scent of weed. I already knew what weed smelled like because I've been to many music festivals. When I walked into his backyard I saw my friend Mike and two other kids from my grade that I didn't talk to. I tried to avoid hanging out with those two kids because they were always up to trouble. I walked up to everyone and said, "What's up guys". They replied, "Yo what's good". When I sat down the two kids pulled out a ounce of weed. I immediately felt

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 had my first psychedelic experience on that cold February day, 25I was the name. At the point I realized, I'm not a human having a spiritual experience, I'm a Spirit having a human experience. About a month went by when my problems started to again surface. Not knowing what to do I hit the Devil's Weed again, seemed like all the problems from the year before repeated. Getting caught again to running away how I stupid do I feel, but it got better I found someone on else Youtube who was the real deal. Who inspired me to become a vegan, and to let go of Pot. There message was all about Spirituality and God which I didn't believe in back then. Let's skip ahead a year to the 11th grade all is good,no bad friends, starting to love myself,but the addiction still was there in Gluttonous eating, lustful thinking, and I was power hungry searching for knowledge outside of myself. So I bit into the fruit of the apple like Adam and Eve, took two hits of 25D. To put into perspective this was my first Near death experience. The knowledge of the Universe was soaring thru my head. My brain to body reaction time was off by 3 seconds, and I'm going delusional in my bed, and my body feels like it wants to die. I can feel everything on the planet from children dying to animals suffering. So I prayed

My earliest moments of memory are of me in a bar. I never sat in that stool again after one particular night. My mom “buzz kill” came in the bar and flipped. My dad was very intoxicated, and my mom was not having it. She cursed my dad out, got in his face, and was out. Dragging me out of the bar with her I remember my dad chanting, “I’m free. I’m free”. My mom cried a lot that night. Her tears were not shed in front of me but in the shower. She would cry in that shower for a long time, and then come sleep with me. I slept with her up until the age of around 10. I would be so upset with my dad the day after he spent hours at the bar, but I always apologized to him for being mad. My mom and him had “words”, and he sobered up… kind of. There was a lot more to my dad’s alcoholism, but my mom shielded me from a majority of it. After my dad drastically changed his life, we got hella close. We bonded even more after my mom started poppin’ pills. “I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down.” She took pain pills, sleeping pills, my grandma’s pills, my grandpa’s pills, or basically any pills she could. I didn’t understand it, I still don’t. I still think its because I wasn’t good enough for

At age 12 I sat in a trailer with my sister age 16 and three good friends, Maddy pulled out a bag and out of that bag she took out a febreez box which contained a bag of weed., she didnt actually smoke the weed, but she showed us how you would. tears filled my eyes, taking in reality that all that she had been taught and all she knew about drugs, that my big sister, example, stouped so low. Maddy told me I could not tell a soul. It was just about the most deteriorating, and invigorating thing I could ever imagine to promise to her. To promise her I would never tell anybody about what I had just witnessed. My friend jammed a ton of thoughts and words in to my head that I needed to promise her, and the were putting so much pressure and weight

that was on July. My parents were afraid for me, but I didn’t care at all. Before I went to court I woke up at 6AM and went to my friends house to go pick up weed, and get an old english, and a mickey 40. I went to pick up 2 grams. 1 gram was of blue dream og, and the other gram was monster og. I got hooked up and went to the liquor to go get my blunts and some 40’s. “ Aye Blaze, break down the weed while I take out the blunts”, I said. She said, “Okay I’ll break the 2 grams down and put some kief on it after.” After breaking it down we got the blunt and put the weed on it and got some keys out to get the kief and put it on top the weed then I rolled it and gave a little lick and it was rolled. We took the lighter out and started to burn it and I got the first hit. The weed was greenish brownish, felt sticky and hard, taste like an oily herb, and smelled like a plant and everything sounds like an echo. “Cough cough”, I said. I was choking and it started to hit so I took a sip of my mickey. I didn’t have water so I was sipping. It was 6:45AM and my court appointment was at 8:00. Me and Blaze smoked the 2 blunts and drank the 40’s then she said “Break a leg, mija! Hope those pigs don’t lock you up. I’ll drink one for you and many more will be waiting when you come out.” I left and went home all faded and kinda buzzed. I was so hungry that I could eat a horse. I was on the munchies and my eyes were as red as the flag of America. Getting faded is like being in heaven. I went with my parents, and they were waiting for me on the car. I got on the car, and my mom started yelling. She said,

Then something assured me something was going on. I was doing laundry one day in our three bedroom trailer in Urbana. I had separated all of our clothes and thrown them into different baskets. I picked up the last pair of jeans in my uncle’s basket, and there in the bottom, was a used needle with no cap. My thoughts spun around me like I was in some sort of tropical storm, and I began to vomit and cry. I didn’t want to have to deal with it, nor did I want to tell my mom. I found an empty Pepsi can and stuck the needle in the bottom of it. Then I stepped on the can sideways and threw it away. No one knew about that. I had started to put two and two together with the other items I’d found, and started to realize what we were dealing with, a meth addict.

As things started to get worse since Jay joined the Troublemakers the principal had made a decision to expel Jay from school for causing too much trouble. His mom was so upset that she put him out of her house. He had moved in with some of his homeboys a few blocks away. A month later Jay had joined the worse gang in ATL. The Bloods were known for most of ATL mass murders and people going missing. The Bloods had initiated him into their little circle. After he joined The Bloods he started to mug, rob, and jump people ever since. Upon hearing the news his family didn’t know what to do they tried praying for him and going to the church but nothing worked at the time.

I never thought about my consequences before I would participate in something wicked. My mom and plenty more other people have always told me to follow my first mind. I grasped every word, because I knew this would be helpful for me throughout my future. I affiliate myself with different kinds of people. Although, some of them are positive while the others are negative. I have been in a recent situation where my friends offer me marijuana. One of my friends asked me several times to try this and if I would not do it I would be considered as a lame person. I could hear the voices of my peer pressuring friends. I thought to myself “My mom would be crushed if she found out I was a smoker.” I thought about all of the consequences I would face physically. I have the worst case of allergies, and I knew smoking would not make things any better for me. After, the long thinking I have done I finally responded to my friends, and said “NO”! My friends said “That is okay Aliysha you shouldn’t be smoking anyway.” I realize that it is better to think things thoroughly. I should not let anyone pressure me into doing something, which I am not comfortable

One day I was in Tampa get ready to go to Lakeland so me and my home boy that I call my big brother can go to Club Rumors, so me and him was waiting for two friends of ours to come so we can go because they was driving. So we were still waiting and some dude had walked up and my big brother said he knew him because he stayed on the same block as him. So I had said “they need to hurry up because I want to smoke” and the dude said “I got a blunt that we can smoke” usually I don’t smoke with people because I didn’t see them roll it and I don’t know if they put anything in. But he had light up the blunt and then he passed it to my big brother and he was hitting it a couple of times, and then he had passed it to me and I hit it like 3 times, and

As the food coma sets in my body and drop of sweat rolls off of my forehead, my gaze locks onto the sunny afternoon rays peeking through the classroom window. My eighth grade English teacher drones on and on about the end of the year benchmark test while the musky air encases me in a trancelike state. I could not be bothered to listen what the two boys were arguing about, but soon realized it was a mistake as I got a whiff of drugs passing through my nose. The distinctive smell of marijuana wafts throughout the classroom and somehow the mother-like woman didn’t even notice, she just continued to bore the students. At the time, I could not fathom how these 13 year old boys were doing something so dumb that they would want to jeopardize their

“Adam, do you want a hit?” asked my friend. I paused for a moment and I had a flashback of my mom was sobbing and my dad was furious; they just witnessed my brother get arrested. A police officer was following my brother as he pulled in front of my house. The officer turned on his lights and pulled up behind my brother’s vehicle. My brother was arrested for a DUI, he was under the influence of marijuana while driving. This whole situation was observed by my parents, from the large window above the front door. “Adam,” said my friend, snapping me back into reality. I immediately responded, explaining that I didn’t feel comfortable with trying marijuana. Later that night, I thought back to more of the situations my brother put my family through; I promised myself that I would never, in my life, try marijuana.

In September 2016, a photo of a couple in East Liverpool, Ohio overdosing, apparently on heroin, in their car with their four-year son in the backseat went viral. Society can describe it as just one more reason for the War on Drugs. During the past half-century, politicians created laws targeting illegal drugs and campaigned against even the recreational use of the substances. Proponents associated the War on Drugs with extreme violence, murder, and raids and viewed drugs as the villain. However, over the past decade, lawmakers and doctors have declared a new war - on opioids. The large amount of campaigning against opioids is just because of the negative effects of opioids, including health problems, unemployment, and broken relationships and morals within society.