Lost-Personal Narrative

He’s just always been there, a sort of constant in my ever changing life. Now don’t get me wrong, we didn’t talk everyday, or even every few days. We would go through spells when we were inseparable, and then we would only see each other at school. This had no effect on our relationship. Every time we would start to pick back up, we would share the details of our life with one another.

According to anthropologist dead men do tell tales. An elderly man is walking his dog. All of a sudden, the dog began sprinting down the block. When the man finally caught up with him, he found him digging in the dirt. The dog pulled out what looked like a bone. Upon further investigation, the elderly man realized his dog had discovered a skull, and an arm bone. In “What is Forensic Anthropology” by Richard U. Steinberg and “Identifying the Victim” by David Kohn they talk about the first few steps anthropologist take to identifying a victim and who they consult during a case.

There is a high school student. Ralph Wiley grew up in a normal family like everyone and was a good student. After the day his friends asked him to try marijuana, his life began to change. He became addicted to marijuana, and he enjoyed the feelings after smoke. His life went down because he lived a life of promiscuity and suffered from mental illness. Ralph’s insanity caused him to become violent, failed in school and even further killed people. In fact, this is not a real case, it’s a movie called “Reefer Madness.” Even though it’s an imaginary story, maybe it actually happened somewhere we didn’t know.

As we got to know each other better, I realized just how much friendship meant to him and why trusting me was difficult for him. Awley told me about how he was the “weird” one at school. How the other kids did not want to sit with him at lunch and would not play with him at recess. One of the most heartbreaking things to hear is a six year-old kid telling you about how he is lonely at school everyday. He tells me about how he used to be friends with this girl, but she eventually did not want to sit with him because one of the other boys had told her not to.

Jeremy started to miss a lot of school because he believed it was a waste of time. Have you ever heard the phrase “time is money”? Well that’s exactly where Jeremy’s mindset was. From selling gum he went to pencils. From pencils it went to his urine until he couldn’t provide what the market was asking for, if you know what I mean. Of course with these selling habits, drugs were the next step in Jeremy’s life as an entrepreneur. Over time like any irresponsible child would do, he got caught. Busted by the only other people you do not want to get caught by besides the police; your parents. From this point on Jeremy calmed his habits and started spending his time differently. Jeremy had such a fond relationship with marijuana he decided he wanted to grow some himself. He wanted to test how his first plant would grow so he poked a little hole in the ground behind the shed near his house and dropped the tiny seed in. Two days passed and not a single sign of life. The following day he went back and checked the spot, where he had

Rage controls every muscle in my body as I punch the wall. Pictures shake and one crashes to the ground. A scream escapes my mouth as my fist connects again. Seconds later, I'm doing a ceremonial dance around the room as I cradle my hurt knuckles.

I found relaxing bamboo flute music on YouTube when I was doing bad in school. This soothing flute music helped me to control all my built up energy. I feel like this music helped me to concentrate and it also helped me focus. It was during the middle of freshman year I realized that I had a lot of trouble concentrating so I looked up relaxing music. Once I heard the bamboo flute I felt it calm me down. Like when I listen to this music I can concentrate better. When ever I am upset or angry I put this song on and my feelings just go away, it's like the music puts me into a dreamland. Growing up I always would have a hard to paying attention and concentrating but when I heard the bamboo flute I felt like it changed me.

Then the kid asked Dylan a question that defined his life and what path he would go down. “Hey, you want to smoke with us after school?” Dylan didn't know what to do, he didn't even know what weed was. He looked around and it looked like the other kids were having fun and wasn't really harmed by it so he said “Hell, why not.” So he did after school, He had a blast and made so many new friends, he also thought he has found a new way to relax and it was harmless, at least that's what he thought. He didn’t know the more he did it the more he started getting addicted, Dylan just thought he found a way to make some new friends and just have some fun. Thinking it was just that he started smoking before school every day and you could of smelt it through the whole school. He noticed everyone wasn’t being friends with him, the football team never hanged out with him anymore, the basketball team left him in the dust. He didn't understand why too, maybe he they just didn’t want him around them at all. The only friends he had was the people that smelt the same way as him, smelt exactly like weed. He officially turned into a stoner. There wasn’t any going back either, if he quit it then no one would believe him or would leave him because he didn't smoke so he

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

The protagonist of the story is an unnamed male whose experiments with alcohol and weed at fifteen years old lead to harder drugs and greater consequences that threaten his safety and security. For example, the narrator says, “Donny said he saw me standing sorta wonky in the back and said I need a hit. Donny was the first to get me high”, he implies that his friend Donny got him high because of how he was standing. The use of drugs did not just stop at marijuana, the narrator also indulged in alcohol, he goes on saying, “The rest of the kids would watch as Mark and I shotgunned Schlitz beneath the bleachers of the stadium”. Which eventually led to him dropping out if school and focusing on his habits and not his well-being. The protagonist constant influences from his friend and associates increased his use and encouraged the damages that were being done to him and his body. His habits started to heighten and the stronger drugs were amongst him,

So he continued smoking for a week and he still didn't see any better performance in his gaming, so he decided to try out marijuana. Right after trying marijuana he noticed that he feels really good, but no difference in his gaming skills. However he slowly stopped playing video games, and decided to start doing marijuana a lot more often. His addiction didn't become a problem until he lost his job to a drug test, but he didn't care because he felt good, and relaxed. Until his side effects started affecting his schooling, he started ditching classes, and he started having panic attacks, memory loss. So he dropped out of school. After dropping out of school he started selling the drug to experimenting people for more than it's actually worth, so he could buy more for himself. At this point in time he becomes severely depressed because he lost all of his friends, and he doesn't make enough money to overcome his tolerance of the drug. He has no friends, no jobs, and lives in a small, crappy apartment because his parents kicked him out of there house, so he decides he has no one to life for, and no one loves him. So with the little amounts of money that he has he overdoses on allergy meds, and John never saw his family, friends, or

“More teenagers and young adults die from suicide than from cancer, heart disease, AIDS, birth defects, stroke, pneumonia, influenza, and chronic lung disease, COMBINED” (“Youth Suicide Statistics”). One of the leading causes of suicide is Clinical Depression. However, clinical depression is rather hard to track because it is under reported in most people. Many with this disease do not feel the need to seek help, even though it could be the difference in life and death. This disease comes in many shapes and forms. In fact, it effects no two people the same. Genetics, life events, and childhood problems are three of the main causes of Clinical Depression (Goldberg).

The project I chose for this paper is a project started by USAA in 2016. It was created out a need to stay competitive and concern for its employees and members. The project arrived because there has been a mass influx of member joining since 2009. This occurred when USAA opened up it eligibility to all prior veteran and their family member. USAA Board of Director realized that it was in jeopardy of losing key performance factor that has been a hallmark for the organization and were forced into creating effective change. This influx of membership has put a major strain on USAA’s claims department, due to vast number of claims that were being generated daily. The volume of claim in auto and property department had hit an all-time high and

At the age of sixteen he was introduced to OxyContin. He became rebellious and he ended up costing his parents lots of money when was involved in an auto collision. He wrecked his mother’s car, no one was seriously injured, but his mother’s car was a total loss, he stole his parent’s credit card, took money from his friends, stole and he dropped out of school. He was also arrested. At the age of 22, he was introduced to cocaine where he has been trying to kill himself with many attempts. The last attempt, he tried he ended up in a coma, then later on dying (Conley 2011). According to Conley (2011) and the National Center on addiction and substance abuse, CASA, ( 2011), nine out of ten teens smoke, drink or use drugs before they reach the age eighteen. One out of four are addicted before the age eighteen. The CASA reports show that 75% of high school students use drugs and one in five are addicted. 46% of high school students are now using addictive substances and one out of three are addicted (CASA, 2011 and Conley,

It was almost 3 years ago that I found myself in a rather strange dilemma. I was bored with blogging and all the gimmicks that you had to do in order to be good at it. This concept did not work for me. I wanted something that inspired creativity in me and in others. So I started experimenting with posting cartoons, pop culture artwork, internet memes, and videos. Not only was I having fun, I was learning to curate content.