Bad Experience In High School

I had a bright path ahead of me in high school and beyond. The reality of the situation was that high school was a bigger change for me than anyone had anticipated. My previous routine with my father had been rocked by the introduction to friends and a social life. Instead of my father picking me straight up from school and tutoring, however, I was beginning to hang out with friends and do things after school more frequently. This soon had adverse effects on my grades and my father took notice. In response, he reverted back to his threats and attacks on me personally, to get me in line and productive again. This had worked great in the past as I was scared of my father. This time around I was much more determined on hanging out with my friends …show more content…
Since I was not good at school without my father 's overbearing help; I made no effort to do well in school after I finished the 8th grade. I had found an identity and a way to connect with my peers: drugs. Drugs were the first and most powerful medium to my classmates and me. I become one of the school stoners. Hanging out by the park after school to smoke cigarettes and marijuana every day before and after school was all we did. If I did not have cigarettes or marijuana I would wait in the park until it presented itself, and it almost always did. I had made an identity for myself and connected with troubled kids like me and understood my plight. I finally belonged to a group, and I loved the interactions and talks I would have with old and new people that I would …show more content…
I was enjoying my personal life for the very first time; And quickly monopolized my thoughts and priorities. I learned to self-medicate myself through these negative influences and drugs. I soon moved on to more powerful things than marijuana and began to take ecstasy pills a few times a week while in and out of school. I had become an addict of anything in my arms reach. I tried doing just that with my mother 's medicine cabinet. I had found some sort of nasal spray that my mother had used for migraine headaches. I took a few hits and I began to feel funny but not as high as I would like to be. So I proceeded to clear the bottle, and I can remember is staring into my eyes in the mirror for at least an hour without a budgeting and not in control of my actions. I woke up 24 hours later with my parents terrified and my mother in emotional