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As I sit on the floor of my bedroom, I prepare myself for a life changing week. My dark black suitcase is right next to me. I have my packing list in one hand and a red pen in the other. I cross out the items that I already have. I make sure that I have everything I need for a week at summer camp. Every summer since 5th grade, I have gone to Skyview Ranch in Millersburg, Ohio. It is a week of laughing until my stomach hurts and powerful words that change my mind forever. My mom walks in my room. "Are you ready to go?" she says. I said, "Of course!" I grab my suitcase, my phone on its charger, my sheets, and my snacks. I hurry out the door and pack my things in the car. I climb into the car and my mom begins to drive. I put on my headphones

Narrative on Addiction

D. Roman Instructor Corbett

COM 041

11 November 2011

Essay 1 Addiction is a disease that I will battle for the rest of my life. After being sexually assaulted at the age of twelve, I started to self–destruct. Lack of parental support, less than pristine living conditions, and an addictive personality paved an expressway to a life of addiction. I chose to hang with undesirable people, and was introduced to Marijuana, LSD, Ecstasy, PCP, Cocaine,Heroin and eventually what became the love of my life, the prescription painkiller Morphine. Never did I think that trying pot would have a domino effect. It led me to try harder and more addictive substances ultimately turning my life upside down. Often publicly...show more content... Though after numerous years clean behind bars and completing several prison drug programs, I still had not hit my true bottom. My life after prison was even harder. I stayed clean of all drugs, and since alcohol was never a problem for me, I would drink and drink often. I continued a relationship with a drug–dealer that was extremely toxic and abusive. However, it would only take one visit to the hospital to trigger my relapse. I was prescribed Percocet which gave me the euphoric high of heroin. It caused me to search for stronger painkillers in higher doses. Morphine kept me calm, able to deal with any problem and solve it, but really destroying the person I really was. I believe God stepped in to show me enough is enough after surviving a car accident that should have killed me due to overdosing behind the wheel. This was my wake–up call. I immediately put myself into a program here in Reading, and my ex was arrested for selling drugs and is serving 5–10 years still till this day. I cut everyone and anything that had to do with using, and focused on getting my life back in order. If I continued, it was certain jail or death. I chose life for the first time ever. I was so excited for my new life to begin not realizing the real fight was just about to begin. I used the aid of Methadone to get off the Morphine so that I could still do other things and not have to go away and lose my home. I was living independently and for the

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Narrative Essay In the summer of 2013 I moved in my dad's house for the summer to learn how to cook. Moving from Cherokee, AL to Florence, AL was a stressful move. My Mother and I agreed it was best I learn from someone that has being in the field for over 15 years. The game plan was to go work with my dad a Dale's Steakhouse with my dad all summer. I made sure I grab my notebook and plenty of pencils so I can ask him questions. The idea of moving to my dad's house was my decision but it was a good and something I know I will use in college. My dad's cooking background is legendary in my eyes. As a youth my dad learn from his dad the important of cooking. When he was talking to me about the in and out of being a chef, it was like...show more content...

It was the summer of 1989 my started his new job at Shoney's Family Restaurant. At start he didn't know what to expect from his old shift leader at a new work place it's to say he was nervous. But he knew this is a new learning experience at cooking. Day by day he learn, fix, and made mistake but he never got down from it. At the age 17 my dad question his decision about cooking. His manager talk to him after work talking about working in the cooking industry, at the time my dad told me that he became very frustrating of what he want to do till that night . About summer of 1991 my dad begin Culinary School at the University of North Alabama. Now my was he was a little bit afraid about going to a big college but he know what he was going for and know what he was going to accomplished his goal. Now at this time he done took an internship at Dale's Steakhouse. He was overjoy know he was going to be working at one of the top steakhouse in North Alabama. His first day was sort like my first day long and hectic but he overcome the odds and did his job to perfection. 2 weeks go by an he was offer a positon at Dale's so he quit college an took a full time positon cooking. From there he learn the ins and outs of the restaurant Business. At the end of the Summer I return back to Cherokee, AL to get ready for my senior of high school. Spending the summer with my dad not only taught how to cook but also made me realize I didn't want to be a

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Narrative About Moving

Since 2012, I have moved 3 times. The first move was definitely the hardest of all the moves. My entire life was turned upside down right before high school. I was happy to move, but it was a complete change. I had to relearn how to live, and I suddenly had to be the one to care for my younger siblings. From the ages of 8– 14, I lived in a very volatile home. Coming home from school, I never knew if it was going to be a quiet day in my house or if the entire house would be engulfed in screaming. I dreaded the weekends, that meant that everyone was going to be home. Everyone home meant that things could easily go up to flames in just a millisecond. I tried my best to never be home, I would spend the days with my friends. I knew that when I got home there was a 90% chance of everyone fighting. One day in the summer of 2012, things got too heated, and my mom finally decided to move. We packed up everything in a few hours while my stepfather was at work. We moved into my best friend's home for a few days until we found an apartment within the school district to move into. The house we moved out of was a two story, five bedroom house. The apartment was only three bedrooms. Five of us were moving...show more content... My life was suddenly changing right before one of the biggest changes: high school. I had more things to worry about than other high schoolers. I had to figure out how I was going to get home, how I was going to get the house clean before my mom got home, how I was going to get dinner started, all on top of getting my homework done. Due to this, I wasn't as serious with my grades. I let them fall even though I knew I could do better. I was just way too busy to focus on school when there were more important things to focus on– my family. I slowly found out how to balance everything to get my grades up. I had to learn how to balance my life to make myself happy while keeping up my

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