Personal Narrative: Weed

At twenty-two years old my younger-self had previously pictured me in an entirely different place. I never imagined living in Texas, I’m originally from Chicago, and that’s where I thought I would reside. I thought I’d be graduated from college already, but fate had a different plan. And never in a million years did I think I would become a drug addict; but I am, and you know what? It’s been the best thing that has ever happened to me, it’s something I’m truly thankful for now. See, all the things listed above may seem like negative things if you look at them from an outside perspective; however to me, they’ve changed me in ways I never thought possible just six months ago. Multiple circumstances have led me to this point, but a few stick

It was my senior year in high school when my mom told me that my cousin, Mayra, had given birth to a baby girl. However, child protective services decided that Mayra wasn’t adequate to take care of the child; due to her drug abuse. Child protective services from Mexico were trying to place the baby with close relatives. Sadly, there was only three choices, her grandma, my aunt Gloria, and myself. The choices were few and the family small.

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 condition brought me into a situation, were i had no other option than getting marihuana for medical purposes, “- some people actually need to ask for the doctor to cure the symptom…when unfortunately the cancer doesn't go away-”. I was spending money on a variety of medicines, until my kidney failed. The moment when you realized medicines you take to save your life are also killing you at the same time, you are screwed…Cancer does not only kill you physically it kills you mentally too. After a chemo, you suffer a phycological downturn that doesn't allow you to spend time with your family. Cancer did not kill me yet, but it made me stop enjoying life.

The next thing I know, I’m going in a cell in the police station . Being confused why I was there, I asked why, and the response I got was “you're going to court in half hour”. IN half in hour,I was in trial for stealing money and counterfeiting. By the end of the trial I was sentenced to 20 years of Juvy.

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

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

I was walking to open the door when i heard a loud bang and saw my door hitting my wood floors then the swat team said "put your hands up your under arrest for the murder of Ralph Burns " I listened and slowly put my hands up I was extremely confused who is Ralph Burns? Then one of the police men took my hands and put them behind my back then put tight hand cuffs on me. They took me to a police car and put me inside.i asked the officer driving the car what the heck is going on he said I'm not at the authority to tell you . Now I'm sitting in a holding cell. Well I'm waiting I might as well tell you who is am hi I'm Stefan I'm a high school student in Arizona I had a pretty

It was a cold pretty windy night in Forest City. I was in 7th grade and I was staying at my best friend at the time Haley’s house. She also had Daelynn over but we won't really as good as friends. I remember the exact time when we thought of this amazing idea. It was 11:56 at night and daelynn has been smoking weed for awhile and she thought she needed some so she asked us. “Why don’t we call Jordan and ask him and Andrew if we could buy some weed from them.” Now at this point I was ready. I was preparing myself to do this crazy thing that we were about to do. Haley and I agreed to it and so she called Jordan over with his best friend Andrew. By this time it was about 12:08. They said they would but we would have to meet them at the courthouse

I woke up to a police officer tapping on my window. I opened my eyes gladly actually to see a cop. I rolled down the window and before he was able to talk I told him everything about who I was, what happened, my mom, my foster home, I showed him the pictures the maps everything, I even told him that legally I wasn't able to drive. His first word he said to me was “Wow.” Literally I was about to explode at him I just told him my whole life and he said “Wow.” Before I could tear him apart he said “I can help you get home, why don't you get in my car.” Without even saying a word I stepped out of the car took the blanket and re shoved everything in it. I threw it in the backseat of the cop car and then sat down in the passenger seat slammed the

A thud on the ground, a crash in the grass. I pick up my rifle and continue on. No matter how many times I pick it up, it falls eventually. I don’t blame it I blame me, I know I have to get this toss, I just don’t know how. Everyone has to toss that toss, My coach wouldn’t give me something that I couldn’t handle, right?

Spurred by the ear piercing sound of gunfire and the sweet smell of black powder

OK I'm ree doing this over I'm home and cooled off it was hot and I'm not trying to hurt no one but chico is realy bad with sex a fenders people disupeering lots of bad stuff I don't care hoo ses I'm lying but I will poot it in order how I remember I drive up to a spot I think is OK to shoot a aire gun I park I walk I scowt the place out there is two cars abandoned then I see my car is on the edge of the road so I drive it off road a bit so no one will steel my things in it as I'm leaving the roads edge a duly two tone color parks I'm keeping my eyes open on the guy but as I'm keeping my targets to a tree he disappears on me as I'm walking back to my car load my air gun this man is standing in front of my target I see a lump of hair sticking

"The drugs have taken over" those are the first words I heard when I woke up in rehab, I was on the detox side and I remember having flashbacks of everything that happened while I was on the run. From what that man did to me, to using my last drug before getting caught and arrested. They were taking my vitals when they told me everything that happened like I couldn't remember it myself. I remember waking up and already being so overwhelmed with everything, like when am I going to get high next?

On June 13, 2003 I was born to Robert and Katie McEvilly. They decided to name me Taylor Grace McEvilly. Eighteen months later my little brother, Connor, was born. About six years after that, my other sibling, Allie, was born. I have one dog named Jack who is a white Labrador. My family is part of the reason I am who I am today, being how close we are. I enjoy Crossfit, volleyball, swimming, and spending time with friends and family. Another thing I enjoy and excel at is academics.