the rocks of oregon
...the semester was almost over and I had no clue what to study for on the final test. During this time I was smoking marijuana I went from an A student to a low D student. I lost the teachers respect by choosing a narcotic over class work. I wasn’t doing homework, I wasn’t studying for tests, the only thing I was worried about was finding some money to get a blunt to smoke. Besides all the millions of brain cells I lost at the time, I lost the most important relationship that I have ever had. Before I started smoking my grandmother and I were like best friends. We would share everything with each other, and we would always attend church every Sunday of the year. We still attend church but it just isn’t the same. After a while she lost respect for me when she found what was ruining my life, a leafy green substance which she called reefer. She confronted me and I had nothing to say but stay out of my business and its my life. After a few hours of thoughts I realized that this so called healing substance was now effecting my life mentally and emotionally, but most important it was colliding head on with my family. After watching my grandmother breakdown and cry to my older brother telling him that I have lost respect for her, I bring home drugs, and I don’t attend school on a regular basis like I did before. It was then that I realized I had to clean up my act or move back east with my mother, and that was the last thing I wanted to do....