Personal Narrative: My Drink

Several drinks later the frustrations that had been coursing throughout my veins had ceased and were replaced with a sense of tranquility. The dispute between Audrina and me had been forcefully driven to the back of my conscience mind. I could vaguely hear the low hums from the granite countertop, but I was trying with every ounce of strength to remove the agitation from my ears. Audrina was fuming at the ears; she was in no mood to talk kindly to or about me at this point. I had never fully grasped her concept or hatred towards my drinking; I just knew she incandescently angered by it. Any chance she got the chance she would ramble with no end about the ‘negative repercussions’ that I would have to face. She would always go on about how my addiction had no benefactors for my body or my mind. She would always have this small crease that

Growing up, I dealt with a mother who struggled with addiction; to be unambiguous, she was an alcoholic. She drowned in her alcoholism as it pulled her down an alarming road. She was dreadfully depressed and believed that alcohol was the only way to make her feel better, addiction blinded her from what a great life she could have ahead of her. Not a single member of our family knew how to help her comprehend how much happier she would be if she could stop drinking her sorrows away. When it came to family events, my mom would try to conform to how others were acting and act “sober” even though she was already countless drinks deep in to drinking. Nevertheless, my mother just wanted others to like her which would lead her to change her outward

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.

My best friend was doing bad things with her life. She was drinking with her friends and smoking weed and going to parties and doing things a 13 year old should not do. The girl she drove home with was funneling a beer while driving. She didn’t need to be in there. I did not know what to do. If I told she would hate me, but if I did not tell then she would not be here right now. We’ve been best friends since 3rd grade. I didn’t want to risk losing her. But I know if I didn’t tell then i’d lose her forever. I’m glad I told my mom because she is not doing that stuff anymore.

On the way home I thought about asking Soda about my essay. I knew Soda would tell me that “it was perfect and that I was so smart”, Darry would say “it needs more information”. When I walked into the house Soda had a weed and a letter in his hand, I thought to myself “It’s very strange for Soda to smoke.” He only smokes when he needs to calm his nerves. When i looked at his face closer he looked happy but mad. I asked “What’s wrong.” He didn’t reply, so I sat down next to him and the letter was from Sandy! The letter said “ Hello Soda i’ve missed you.” “There is something very important that i should have told you a long time ago.” “ I lied when I found out that I was pregnant I was so happy but, I thought that it would hold you back from being you.” That’s when I decided to move to Florida. “ I made you believe that the baby was someone else’s when it’s actually yours.” Right now your baby girl is five months old.” “ Soda i’m really sorry for any pain I caused but, if you want to see her I will give you the money for you and your brothers to come see her.” “ From Sandy.” Soda quickly crumbled up the paper and ran out the door. Shortly after that Darry was home from school.

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

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.

I started dating a boy my senior year of high school that was two years younger than me. He had been known to throw parties with his older sister and get drunk almost every weekend, but he was genuine and kind to me, so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Throughout our entire relationship he gave up drinking because he knew that I did not approve. However, we got into a fight one night and he decided to go out with his friends to blow off some steam without telling me. That night, he got black out drunk and started drunk texting me about how horrible I was to try to restrict him from living his life and having fun with his friends. I broke up with him the next day because I could not see the relationship continuing on after such hateful words had been exchanged and the differing views we had on what was considered fun.

I too wrote about getting Ben enrolled into vocational school because having a job would be the best for his life. I like how you added on the idea of it creating responsibility and accountability. However I would like to ask why you didn't decide to put Ben through some sort of treatment or preventative program involving alcohol. While yes he may not have a trouble with alcohol, his crime is heavily involved with it and he very well could re-offend doing a similar crime. I feel that by him using his story to talk to people going through alcohol treatment he can make a big difference on their lives and might help prevent the crime with those individuals. As discussed by rehabs.com (2016), a strong peer support is crucial for the

It had been around 42 days. I had no way to know when the sun was rising or setting; I only had my sense of time. They came in every day and gave me a small loaf of bread, some sort of meat, and only enough water to wash down my food. It was not enough to give me strength only enough to keep me alive. I was not sure where I was or even how I got there. The only thing I knew was that I wished I could go back home to my loving family.

About five years back, one of my best friends Jonny died, and to this day, I still grieve his death in my dreams and there are some days that I sit around and cry my eyes out. Some people don’t get it. Jonny was a very important part of my life and my brother’s lives. He never seemed to talk very much, but he brought this very positive mood to the group. He was like one of my brothers. His parents were abusive so he kind of had a rough run at it. He was never very book smart but he was very street smart. Nothing could frighten Jonny, he was fearless.

After my challenge of 8 glasses of water a day for 8 weeks; I think my personal behavior has changed, I am not as moody anymore, I don’t have a huge issue about being perfect, I’ve learned that I become much more focused on schoolwork while drinking water. My overall health has improved, my bowel movements are much smoother, my skin isn’t dry all the time, however I have realized I’ve been feeling more colder since the challenge but that also could be because of the current weather and finally I think my pain tolerance has increased (when I wax my legs it doesn’t hurt as much). I choose to do this behavior because I personally believe that soon Canada will be having the same water issues as America and I want to take advantage

Once upon a time, on a small town called Smallville, there was a boy named Ej. He was just a normal boy that went to school, hung out in his barn to think and looked on his telescope to look up at stars. One night outside of his house, he lays down on the wide open field with the grass swaying with the wind. He looks up to the stars and says to himself "What if I could make the world a better place?" Right after he says that, he sees a rapid, giant red ball coming down from the sky. He was too mesmerized to move. It came closer and closer to him until it finally hit him. Everything went black.

“He’s my brother they can't just take him away and tell me I can't talk to him!”....Hold on I better start from the beginning. We are off! On probably the saddest “vacation” i've ever been on. I'm about to tell you the story in as much detail as I can about the day I had to say goodbye to my lifelong best friend. This is the day my brother left for the air force. The day is July 6th and we are driving up to Kansas City.

I push open the door to the store. The bell jingles, announcing my arrival. I scan the store and that's when I see him. I stop short. He's the one. I can feel the connection between us coursing through the air. He's goofing off with a few of his friends. He doesn't notice me yet, but I sure notice him. I could watch him for hours. How could I not; he's absolutely gorgeous! I could never resist the silly, playful ones. He saunters away from his friends and trips over a stray ball lying on the floor. I laugh. It appears that he has not quite grown into his feet yet. He looks up, and his big, beautiful, brown eyes meet my blue ones. His mouth opens into a big, happy smile. I can't help but to smile back. And his hair, I could run my hands through