Stresstable Day In My Life

Then my mom went home and we took pictures for our protime. Of course I looked like crap because I was crying two minutes before we took the pictures. Then we went out of the class and went to second period, and I had ELA. I went in and saw where we were supposed to sit, so I went and sat there. There was this kid named Derek Olsen in the same class. So the teacher talked about class procedures and then the class was over. Then Derek came up to me and we started talking.

The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite

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

We had all gotten ready for practice and coach told us we were going to go on a trail run. We loved trail runs because coach didn’t care how fast or slow we ran . we all loaded the bus so we could drive there I decided to sit with

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 so nervous to go into a convince store to buy a coke or a water or some food while tripping on acid. But I didn’t have any other choice after I ran out of food in my pockets and water in my bottles – so I eventually convinced myself that I wasn’t that high, and Adam and I stopped at a convince store to buy what we needed. I kept my sunglasses on and the kind old man behind the counter looked like he knew what was up, but I was so thrashed and my mind was swirling around like blender blades, so I wasn’t entirely sure. All was well though, as I handed the man behind the counter cash, got back my change, grabbed my granola bar and can of coke, and started to be on my way. Then, as I turned to exit the store,

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 we were on our way to Kansas City. My friends and i were talk about how excited we were. Then we all got our phones out and our headphones out and we all listen to music the whole way there. They both fell asleep so i grabbed a marker and drew all over their face and when they woke up I told them if they want to take a picture together and they said sure. So I took the picture and then showed them,

I'm sitting in my room getting high now. Doors locked, music up with his lights out. I just take another take until his room gets full of smoke. 5-6-7 hours till he knocks out. Now I started stealing pills from my mom 8-9-10 at a time and they’re gone and maybe for the moment all my problems seem to fade, but the high fades too after not too long and that’s when it sinks in that these drugs won’t fix me curled up on the floor, can’t take it anymore. Now I'm talking to god because he’s the only one who gets me. On my knees, looking up, can’t stop crying. “God I know we haven’t talked in a long time, but this time I really need you right now, please god help me, say something. Just give me a sign, because now I'm falling apart and I don't think that I can do it. Please god, give me the strength to pull through it.

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

When I met up with Deanne and Julia, I seen an old friend Jessica and her cousin at Liberty bell. I was friends with her in 5th grade but I had to stop being her friend because we were going opposite directions in life. Jessica came up to me and said,” Moe are you down to smoke with us”. I went over to deanne and julia and I asked “ you down to do it”. Deanne replied “ yea we’re down”. We walked with Jessica and her cousin to an alleyway.

It’s 4:46 am. The pounding in my head is starting to be painful already. I get up and walk towards the bathroom. “I failed you again father.” I repeat this over and over. “Why doesn’t he love me? Why can’t I do anything right?” I start to cry. “No! There is one thing I know I can do correctly,” I say while still crying. A shotgun to the head? No, that's messy. Slitting my wrist? Maybe if I mix it with drugs so that I bleed out while I’m passed out. I go with it. A bit dramatic but it will be the most effective way I have. I open up my medicine cabinet and take out the back of my cabinet to reveal a stash. I pull out morphine, cocaine, gin, and thorazine. I take my stash to the kitchen and pull out the largest glass I own. I mix everything together. It smells horrid like rotten milk. I hold my breath and chug. It taste rancid. I feel tipsy. I can’t figure out if I’m happy or depressed. The uppers say your fine while the downs say go

I woke up the next day to the movement of her hand across my chest. Everything was mellow and vivid to me; only sounds of solace. I had been aching, stressing, and loathing for a way to escape my pain and stress. I looked over to see a needle on the bed as well as a spoon with dark red burnt resin on it and a lighter. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to put 2 and 2 together. But I didn’t care, I was at solace with the world and I was numb to all I had known before. This strange woman had drugged me and I didn’t even care, I then came to my senses and quickly raced around the room gathering my belongings.

“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.

It was amazing, but at the same time petrifying. I began noticing all my life problems all at once, and yes, just like many who smoke weed, became paranoid! But it was a good paranoid as a feeling to better myself began to grow inside of me. The worse my paranoid state became the stronger those feelings of improving presented themselves. Call it whatever u want to call it: enlightment trip, being high as hell, since that day my life began to improve. I became extremely more organize with my life overall. Even my room, which I never cleaned, became a daily clean routine. I became extremely productive in school and I actually began to care about my grades. I succeeded with A's and B’s in all my classes that semester. Crazy since I was such a slack off in high school. Now I’m on my way to becoming a future engineer. I don’t smoke any more till this day, but from time to time I still think about that great feeling I once used to have. Of course I still have stumbled in my life, no one is perfect and will ever be, but I’ve learned how to get up from those downfalls, and strive on with no ones help. I could go on and on ranting and rambling about how weed has affected my