kanyeknievel
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Okay so this is my first essay in so long since I dropped out, now in college and its been years since I wrote my first essay. Here it is, its suppose to be on a personal experience, detailed paragraphs. working thesis and thesis at the end.
So I dont know all that technical stuff, like thesis and working thesis, but i think my message and everything is correct.
Can someone give me some advice on what i should add at some places, changes i should make, or take something away? Wanna get a A on this
Here it is-
I ended the school day, as I normally would. Receiving my report card, getting straight As’. To myself I thought; its just going to be a normal day. Go home, call up an aquaintance, and relax with some pleasant ganja that I had picked up earlier in the week. But no – not today – today would be the snowball at the plateau of the mountain, that has been making its way to the edge of the cliff, about to make its descent all the way to the base of the mountain. There were no obstacles -thoughts of what I was getting into- for the snowball to run into on its long journey down the mountain.
My friend, and fellow cannabis enthusiast, James yelled to me from across the parking lot; insisting I must make my way over to him. I made my way over, thinking he wanted to just blaze, but on the way over something struck my attention. The facial expression James had on his face was nothing but sunshine and rainbows. I shrugged it off as I finally met up with him, believing he was just immensely high. We exchanged greetings, asked about each other’s days. Whilst doing this, again, I realized something wasn’t right. His words held emotions of peace, love, and care. His body looked to relax as if it was emeresed in a shower of zen. Now I realized he was high on something else, once I gazed into his eyes’ of which appeared to be just black holes.
I inquired him about these oddities, as to why his words, body, and vibe were not of his norm. He told me one word. This one word that shook me in such a way that I was terrified, though at the same time caused my body to fill with curiosity. This will also be the one word that caused me to lose my family, my friends, myself, and ultimately landed me in the prison of which I spent my most recent days in, a prison in which positive emotions and experiences have not admittance. I have never gone one day without forgetting the way James said it, the emotion that came a long with it. This word was ‘Ecstasy’. I have never envisioned myself encountering this type of situation, and had no clue about the roller coaster I was about to ride for the next few years.
Shockingly, I got into the car with him and he showed me it. I’ve only ever seen pictures and the only information I knew about this drug was stereotypical. The pills were in a tiny baggie, in which bud would come in. He took the few that he had, and poured them into his hand.
I remember the exact details of what they looked like, felt like, smelt and tasted like. They were a pale green in color, a color resembeling what a granny smith apple would be, a long with little specks of white throughout. Engraved on the top side was the letter Y and the number 2 together. I looked at them a long time, before deciding my fate, and accepting one of the pills. James placed one of the green pills of happiness into my hand, the feel was a bit chalky, but compact and dense. I took a long breathe, and dropped it onto my tongue. The taste, I will always remember for the rest of my life, was bitter and a tiny bit sour at the same time. As if I had just touched a freshly cut lemon with my tongue. Even though the other senses were so over whelming, there was absolutely no smell to the pills at all. I swallowed the pill.
The time that I experienced with James that day changed me forever. The complete feeling of utter euphoria was amazing. I felt, after going through what I did, there was so much more I was missing out on and not allowing myself to experience. From that point on I became so curious about what I could do next, what would be my next adventure? This curiosity stuck with me starting from that day in my Sophmore year with James all the way past when I should have graduated from high school with my fellow classmates, up until just recently in my life. I became so indulged in the drug lifestyle, that I lost sight of what really mattered in my life.
I lost touch with all my friends who did not choose to take the same path as me. I befriended people that were already on the path I chose, these people were ones that I had envied in my earlier years, before that day with James. The feeling to finally be close with people I used to wish to hang out with, was itself a drug too that clouded my judgement and wellbeing. They were much more experienced than me, but they took me under their wing and showed me a new lifestyle, a new way of living and seeing the world. I loved what was happening, but in hindsight, I hated what was happening. I did not realize my grades were dropping, my home life was gone, trust within my family vanished. My decisions were so poor, sometimes they were even life threatening.
A night I won’t forget, and wouldn’t ever forget and has scarred me ever since it happened. I was going to pick up a bulk amount of explicit types of drugs with one of my ‘new’ friends. This was a normal routine, but the outcome would be one of a kind. I arrived at the meeting spot with my friend, waiting in my car as a big truck pulled up next to us. My friend had gotten into their car and were talking about the deal, then something wasn’t right as my friend came back with just our money. As this is happening, I looked out of my driver side window, and stared deep into a black barrel of a 9mm handgun.
Up to that point, I never felt true fear for my life. That experience changed my perception on everything that was occurring around me. It caused me to go into a deep shock in which I was able to look and see what was occurring to myself. I had just looked death into face, I had dropped out of high school and I haven’t been sober for over half a year, and I was using anything I could get my hands on to mask my true feelings and the negative things in my life. This was the first time, in over two years; I had actually taken a serious look on my life and saw the horror that was on the inside.
That day changed my life for the better, it was the day of my revelation to change my life and melt the snowball that had descended down that one mountain long ago. From that point on, I accomplished many things: I received my GED, got a job for the first time in my life and held it without quitting in the first month, and starting to go to school again. I put myself through rehabilitation and therapy, which have immensely helped me and turn me back onto the correct path, and ultimately, got me to interact with my family again.
From that life-changing event my sophomore year, until this very day I am still in the processes of melting that snowball, of which was my life and my identity for so long. I lived for years with a skewed sense of reality, medicating my true emotions with substance abuse. Today, I am a different person than I was and it’s a rough road. The damage had been done and I am now paying for it, slowly rebuilding everything I had destroyed in my life. Today, I stand tall. I stand stronger.
So I dont know all that technical stuff, like thesis and working thesis, but i think my message and everything is correct.
Can someone give me some advice on what i should add at some places, changes i should make, or take something away? Wanna get a A on this
Here it is-
I ended the school day, as I normally would. Receiving my report card, getting straight As’. To myself I thought; its just going to be a normal day. Go home, call up an aquaintance, and relax with some pleasant ganja that I had picked up earlier in the week. But no – not today – today would be the snowball at the plateau of the mountain, that has been making its way to the edge of the cliff, about to make its descent all the way to the base of the mountain. There were no obstacles -thoughts of what I was getting into- for the snowball to run into on its long journey down the mountain.
My friend, and fellow cannabis enthusiast, James yelled to me from across the parking lot; insisting I must make my way over to him. I made my way over, thinking he wanted to just blaze, but on the way over something struck my attention. The facial expression James had on his face was nothing but sunshine and rainbows. I shrugged it off as I finally met up with him, believing he was just immensely high. We exchanged greetings, asked about each other’s days. Whilst doing this, again, I realized something wasn’t right. His words held emotions of peace, love, and care. His body looked to relax as if it was emeresed in a shower of zen. Now I realized he was high on something else, once I gazed into his eyes’ of which appeared to be just black holes.
I inquired him about these oddities, as to why his words, body, and vibe were not of his norm. He told me one word. This one word that shook me in such a way that I was terrified, though at the same time caused my body to fill with curiosity. This will also be the one word that caused me to lose my family, my friends, myself, and ultimately landed me in the prison of which I spent my most recent days in, a prison in which positive emotions and experiences have not admittance. I have never gone one day without forgetting the way James said it, the emotion that came a long with it. This word was ‘Ecstasy’. I have never envisioned myself encountering this type of situation, and had no clue about the roller coaster I was about to ride for the next few years.
Shockingly, I got into the car with him and he showed me it. I’ve only ever seen pictures and the only information I knew about this drug was stereotypical. The pills were in a tiny baggie, in which bud would come in. He took the few that he had, and poured them into his hand.
I remember the exact details of what they looked like, felt like, smelt and tasted like. They were a pale green in color, a color resembeling what a granny smith apple would be, a long with little specks of white throughout. Engraved on the top side was the letter Y and the number 2 together. I looked at them a long time, before deciding my fate, and accepting one of the pills. James placed one of the green pills of happiness into my hand, the feel was a bit chalky, but compact and dense. I took a long breathe, and dropped it onto my tongue. The taste, I will always remember for the rest of my life, was bitter and a tiny bit sour at the same time. As if I had just touched a freshly cut lemon with my tongue. Even though the other senses were so over whelming, there was absolutely no smell to the pills at all. I swallowed the pill.
The time that I experienced with James that day changed me forever. The complete feeling of utter euphoria was amazing. I felt, after going through what I did, there was so much more I was missing out on and not allowing myself to experience. From that point on I became so curious about what I could do next, what would be my next adventure? This curiosity stuck with me starting from that day in my Sophmore year with James all the way past when I should have graduated from high school with my fellow classmates, up until just recently in my life. I became so indulged in the drug lifestyle, that I lost sight of what really mattered in my life.
I lost touch with all my friends who did not choose to take the same path as me. I befriended people that were already on the path I chose, these people were ones that I had envied in my earlier years, before that day with James. The feeling to finally be close with people I used to wish to hang out with, was itself a drug too that clouded my judgement and wellbeing. They were much more experienced than me, but they took me under their wing and showed me a new lifestyle, a new way of living and seeing the world. I loved what was happening, but in hindsight, I hated what was happening. I did not realize my grades were dropping, my home life was gone, trust within my family vanished. My decisions were so poor, sometimes they were even life threatening.
A night I won’t forget, and wouldn’t ever forget and has scarred me ever since it happened. I was going to pick up a bulk amount of explicit types of drugs with one of my ‘new’ friends. This was a normal routine, but the outcome would be one of a kind. I arrived at the meeting spot with my friend, waiting in my car as a big truck pulled up next to us. My friend had gotten into their car and were talking about the deal, then something wasn’t right as my friend came back with just our money. As this is happening, I looked out of my driver side window, and stared deep into a black barrel of a 9mm handgun.
Up to that point, I never felt true fear for my life. That experience changed my perception on everything that was occurring around me. It caused me to go into a deep shock in which I was able to look and see what was occurring to myself. I had just looked death into face, I had dropped out of high school and I haven’t been sober for over half a year, and I was using anything I could get my hands on to mask my true feelings and the negative things in my life. This was the first time, in over two years; I had actually taken a serious look on my life and saw the horror that was on the inside.
That day changed my life for the better, it was the day of my revelation to change my life and melt the snowball that had descended down that one mountain long ago. From that point on, I accomplished many things: I received my GED, got a job for the first time in my life and held it without quitting in the first month, and starting to go to school again. I put myself through rehabilitation and therapy, which have immensely helped me and turn me back onto the correct path, and ultimately, got me to interact with my family again.
From that life-changing event my sophomore year, until this very day I am still in the processes of melting that snowball, of which was my life and my identity for so long. I lived for years with a skewed sense of reality, medicating my true emotions with substance abuse. Today, I am a different person than I was and it’s a rough road. The damage had been done and I am now paying for it, slowly rebuilding everything I had destroyed in my life. Today, I stand tall. I stand stronger.
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