Personal Narrative: My Alcohology

Ever since I was a little girl I have always aspired to follow in my grandfather’s footsteps and become a prosperous attorney like him. He exerted himself strenuously, graduated from Northeastern Law School and was one of the founding partners of the Morrison, Mahoney and Miller Law firm currently located in Boston. It has been an arduous journey for me to verbally express the least endeavoring to follow my grandfather’s legacy. Shortly after graduating high school, my life consummately spiraled out of control and I was faced with adversity that seemed insurmountable. It is paramount to take a moment and apportion some brief history considering that I my past has molded me into the strenuously exertive, goal oriented student I have always aspired to be.

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.

As I pulled up and parked I checked in with myself to see how I was feeling. I was extremely nervous that I would stand out like a sore thumb. I have never been to a meeting before and I didn’t know if everyone had to speak or if there would be some sort of role call where everyone would need to introduce themselves and state they were an alcoholic and how long they had been sober. I was quite concerned that I would make some sort of social faux pas since I didn’t know the rules.

Cliff sat down next to Jensen watching the other alpha down two whiskey shots in a row. “Slow down alpha, or I’ll be taking you home in about twenty minutes.” Cliff admonished.

I would like to say I’m sorry to you for my behavior on Friday evening; however, I am worried about you and it upsets me that you keep drinking.

Luis states that the first time he tried alcohol was when he was 21-years-old. “I worked in the fields as a teenager and my brothers would ask me to go have a drink and I would tell them no. When I turned 21-years-old, my friend took me out and had one drink. I did not try and have another drink for almost one year.” Luis reports that at his heaviest use, from ages 22-years-old to 27-years-old, he was drinking 3 to 4 drinks on Friday and Saturday nights with 2 ounces of tequila over a three to four-hour period. “After I received my first Driving Under the Influence in January/February 2014, I stopped drinking and did not drink again until the day I received my second Driving Under the Influence charge. My sister-in-law had just arrived from

On November 16, I received the notice from U.S Equal Employment Opportunity Commission District Office, Phoenix.

Everyday I make tons of choices, but recently I made one I am very proud of. I was at a get together with a bunch of my friends, and we all decided it was time to go home. I had rode with a friend to the party, but that friend had been drinking alcohol throughout the evening. I knew better than to get in a car with someone who had drank too much, but I still had my free will to ride with that friend or to call for a different ride. I decided to call my mom and have her pick me up. I even tried to convince my friend to let my mom take her home, as well. My convincing did not work. My friend drove herself home and ended up hitting a rode sign. She was not hurt, but I feel like I deserve a lot of credit for the good outcomes. I could

This article depicts one man's journey through alcoholism, beginning when he was a young teen and following him all the way through college and the event that finally knocked some sense into him. I personally have never understood the allure of drinking. Being in high school, I know many people who drink on a regular basis. They go to parties and drink to the point where they can no longer control their actions or even their thoughts. They wake up the next morning in a haze, and half the time they can't recall the events of the night before.

I think that I shall attempt to be original on this topic. Just joking. The worst act of deviance that I have taken part in to my recollection was underage drinking. Before I start talking about this particular act of deviance I would like to say that it was a blast and I would gladly do it again. Also I did know this act was one of deviance, I believe most people know what they are doing when they break the law and I particularly did about this act. My parents and I had talked about underage drinking on several occasions and how there would be plenty of time later in my life to party and get drunk.

“Please tell me you’re not talking about the alcoholic,” Rowan made an exaggerated expression of disgust. “That poor man had more issue than strange forms of male pattern baldness.” She waded to a shallower part of the river and followed after them, dragging one of the baskets after her. There was a smaller rock near the one they settled on and she perched herself on it, continuing her scrubbing. "It's started to become his go-to course of action when he's upset with me. You know he started that up again,right? Apparently he's found another one.“ She purposefully bypassed her other comments. It was too early for that type of conversation. With a sigh she gave Bessie an apologetic glance. “I think it has something to do with that client that

I need sleep,” my dad said, dismissing us when we got back to the house, sitting awkwardly on a sofa which had collapsed beneath his weight. His tracksuit bottoms caught up on his calf exposed the shocking white of his skin. I straightened the covers for him, plumping the cushions.

America has been battling drug and alcohol addiction for over a century. I personally have battled drug addiction for more than 7 years. I was considered a young and bright girl, with the world at her fingertips, only to wake up one day homeless and broken in an abandoned building wondering “how did I end up here?”. I had brief periods of self-controlled abstinence, but I always seemed to end up exactly where I was before, if not in a worse predicament. My addiction was insidious and perpetually lurking. Every day the behavior I engaged in increased my chance of overdose or contracting a deadly disease. Looking back, I almost welcomed death. My perspective was so bleak, I was so filled with shame, and my family had ceased all contact while

Life seemed normal at first, I was a normal 14 year old boy in High School, but when I had my first sip of what seemed like the best thing in the world it was soon to be found out that i had an alcohol addiction that would then last for the rest of my schooling life. When me and my mates went to my brother's 18th birthday party everything went downhill we were slowly pushed into a circle and told to chug a fool 325mL of full strength beer from then on i was unstoppable i would then have another 5, 6 and lastly an eighth. When i leave the party someone shouts “have another one” but my mates held me back they knew something was wrong, my forehead was throbbing and an excruciating noise of a million drums rang in my head.Subsequently I hit the

When the harsh smell of chlorine invades my nostrils, the water sits at 102°, and the air outside of the hot tub is brisk, I am reminded of one of the most important times in my life with the most important person in my life - my sister.