Personal Narrative: Marijuana And Substance Abuse

It was the morning of my eight grade year when I decided to smoke a blunt before class. My little brother, David, has always been against drugs, but I was his older brother and he’d rather not have my mom disappointed so early in the morning. As I was smoking the blunt, David said, “Hieu, that is not a good idea!” he exclaimed. But I did not heed his warning and continue to smoke anyway. My mother drove us to school every morning, so this particular morning when she was getting ready she asked, “What is the smell?” in the most Asian accent. David and I made up an excuse, that someone was burning wood outside. As she took us to school I can tell she was suspicious, because I got caught smoking marijuana before and even had to go to court. I can see the disappointment in her face but I did not care as I was feeling too faded. I was a bit rebellious in my teenage years and I could tell my mom was suffering from it because in my culture, you are seen as a failure if you do drugs, and marijuana was just as bad as crack cocaine. …show more content…
I felt this ominous feeling the whole way home. I knew there was something wrong and I prepared for the absolute worst. My cousin Ann was at my house; Ann is a nurse so I knew what the drill was… a drug test. Ann gave me a chance to confess, but I kept denying the fact that I smoked anything. As we approached the bathroom, I snapped, “I can smoke weed if I want! It’s my life and I do what I want!” I exclaimed. I would later find out that I got caught not because of the smell of the blunt but because I left the roach on the window side. My mother just busted into tears as if she felt that she failed as a mother. I stood there not know how marijuana could be so