Kahn
December 14th, 2010, 08:58 PM
An Experience
VT. In life, there are three classes. The poor; whom are not very well off and have to work hard. The middle class; whom are well off but still have to work, and then there are the rich who may have it a little easier than everyone else. I am in the poor class, which isn’t necessarily bad, but when you are faced with a decision to take money sometimes you’re ignorant to the consequences. Right now, I am here to share with you what happened a week ago.
Two weeks ago I was complaining about something that I needed. A gift, actually, that I wanted to get for my girlfriend. I wanted to get her something so bad, yet I couldn’t afford it. I just wanted to see her happy with something nice, since both of us don’t come from well off families. I was so obsessed with the thought of it, that I even considered doing things illegally. Unbeknownst to me, that chance came. I was offered marijuana later that day, a large quantity which turns out to be 9 grams, something I highly underestimated. I took it and bought it for ten dollars, and went on my way thinking to myself what I could do with it. I had already quit smoking it, so I didn’t want to do it, but I did in fact realize I could sell it. That’s when the idea popped into my head. Sell it to some friends.
That idea is probably the worst idea I could’ve made. When tempted to do something, what are your first thoughts? You could always take the risk, and maybe come out lucky. I want to tell you something. Unless you have everything going for you in that risk, don’t take it. Sometimes you may come out, but the consequences can be severe, as I have learned. Life will throw choices at you, decisions, opportunities. Some of those can change your life forever.
Back to the story, though. I took it to my friend named Josh, knowing that he has tried it before. He said that he’d buy it Friday, so until then I kept it in my room. During the following days of asking him, I asked him his past with the drug. He said that he had been doing it for a few years now, to my surprise. I knew that this was going to be an easy sell, and so it was. On Friday we met outside of the school and I gave him the marijuana. He gave me the money, and we went our separate ways hoping to never speak of it again. Sadly, I hadn’t thought about what could happen.
During the weekend I was happy. I had twenty dollars, and only needed twenty more to get my girlfriend something that would lighten her heart. I made plans for another deal with a girl named Tasha. I would sell her two grams for twenty dollars on Tuesday. I had everything ready, and I walked into school Tuesday morning with the substance in my shoe. I went to my first class, Strategies for Success. A somewhat coincidental name, yes, it was teaching me for my future. How to be successful. I sat there with it in my shoe, the uncomfortable feeling bothering me. I could smell it. It was not a good smell.
After class I went to tell Tasha I had it. She said that she had the money; all was well in my mind. As I was walking to homeroom, though, I spotted the Dean of Students with a police officer. I felt a pit in my stomach, but dismissed it. How could they want to find someone like me? I mean, I have good grades and I am probably one of the least likely people in the school to have drugs on me. Why would they look for me?
Well, my questions came with an answer. Fifteen minutes into homeroom I made a joke about being scared to one of my friends because I saw the police officer. After that, Mrs. Mann came to the door and asked if she could take me. I got up with my stuff, and instantly broke out into a sweat. “No, this can’t be for the drugs. This can’t be.” I thought. She took me out and said “Hi Adam, this is get to know a freshman day!” I joked with her and said “Is it because I’m new?” She asked bluntly, you’re new? I knew what this was for. It was for the drugs.
After strolling around the halls for a little bit, I realized something. We were walking to the gym. They were going to strip search me. In the middle of the gym, we stopped talking about Ohio. She asked me this: “Adam, we’re doing an investigation. Your name popped up, and I decided to see how you were. I have a question. Do you have anything that you aren’t supposed to on you?” At that moment I felt tears rush to my eyes. I looked at the floor, my face pale. “Yes…” “And where is it?” she replied. “My shoe…”
They didn’t strip search me since I confessed right away. I figured that was good. I walked into her office and she explained the Miranda Rights. In America, those are the rights those accused have. I listened and decided I didn’t want to have a lawyer present, and I didn’t want to have my Mom present because she’d be too stressed. After I got that out, as I choked up I spit out “How will this affect college?” With tears coming to my eyes, someone who I had felt oppressed from handed me the tissues. I took them gratefully. Thankfully, it won’t affect college unless I slip up again.
As we talked, I co-operated. I hid nothing from them. They had already caught me once, so it’s time to tell them everything I knew. Eventually, after spending 2 hours looking at pictures, sobbing, and listening to what is going to happen to me. I was charged with three offences, possession of Marijuana, intent to deliver (sell), and delivering on school grounds (selling). The first two are minor, but the last one is a Class A offence, which is a charge that cannot be dropped. That will be stuck on my record until I am 21. After learning what my charges were, Mrs. Mann told me it was time to call my mother. Again, I began to cry. She called her, and talked to her for what seemed like a century, and then I took the phone and heard my Mom crying on the other end. We talked, and I told her how sorry I was. We have it hard enough, and now she has to deal with her son being arrested. Yes, I was arrested. I was taken out of the school in handcuffs even though I posed no threat to the officer or anyone else. I was arrested.
And there I was. A kid that did this for a girl, a kid that has good grades and decent friends sitting in the cell of a convict. I prayed, something I never do, and I cried. I never expected something like this to happen to me, and that is why I am writing this. Every decision you make matters. It can change your life in an instant; it can slap you in the face and show you where you are actually going. It can also open your eyes to a whole new world. It is dark, and tempting yet if you know the consequences you will not do it.
When I write this, I ask you, if you are ever in a situation in which you are faced with choice to do drugs, or anything else for that matter, think about the consequence. Something associated with drugs can be fun for a time, but in the end the consequences heavily outweigh the advantages. Before you try something, whether is dealing, just remember what can happen. Anything can happen, and if you’re not ready it will be highly for the worse.
Thanks for reading this far. I hope that if you ever get faced with a situation like this, or anything pertaining to something that can get you in serious trouble, avoid it. The consequences can be dire, as I have said.
If you ever need anything, you can email me or PM me. Thank you for reading, I hope I've opened something up to you.
~Chief
Email: [email protected] ([email protected])
VT. In life, there are three classes. The poor; whom are not very well off and have to work hard. The middle class; whom are well off but still have to work, and then there are the rich who may have it a little easier than everyone else. I am in the poor class, which isn’t necessarily bad, but when you are faced with a decision to take money sometimes you’re ignorant to the consequences. Right now, I am here to share with you what happened a week ago.
Two weeks ago I was complaining about something that I needed. A gift, actually, that I wanted to get for my girlfriend. I wanted to get her something so bad, yet I couldn’t afford it. I just wanted to see her happy with something nice, since both of us don’t come from well off families. I was so obsessed with the thought of it, that I even considered doing things illegally. Unbeknownst to me, that chance came. I was offered marijuana later that day, a large quantity which turns out to be 9 grams, something I highly underestimated. I took it and bought it for ten dollars, and went on my way thinking to myself what I could do with it. I had already quit smoking it, so I didn’t want to do it, but I did in fact realize I could sell it. That’s when the idea popped into my head. Sell it to some friends.
That idea is probably the worst idea I could’ve made. When tempted to do something, what are your first thoughts? You could always take the risk, and maybe come out lucky. I want to tell you something. Unless you have everything going for you in that risk, don’t take it. Sometimes you may come out, but the consequences can be severe, as I have learned. Life will throw choices at you, decisions, opportunities. Some of those can change your life forever.
Back to the story, though. I took it to my friend named Josh, knowing that he has tried it before. He said that he’d buy it Friday, so until then I kept it in my room. During the following days of asking him, I asked him his past with the drug. He said that he had been doing it for a few years now, to my surprise. I knew that this was going to be an easy sell, and so it was. On Friday we met outside of the school and I gave him the marijuana. He gave me the money, and we went our separate ways hoping to never speak of it again. Sadly, I hadn’t thought about what could happen.
During the weekend I was happy. I had twenty dollars, and only needed twenty more to get my girlfriend something that would lighten her heart. I made plans for another deal with a girl named Tasha. I would sell her two grams for twenty dollars on Tuesday. I had everything ready, and I walked into school Tuesday morning with the substance in my shoe. I went to my first class, Strategies for Success. A somewhat coincidental name, yes, it was teaching me for my future. How to be successful. I sat there with it in my shoe, the uncomfortable feeling bothering me. I could smell it. It was not a good smell.
After class I went to tell Tasha I had it. She said that she had the money; all was well in my mind. As I was walking to homeroom, though, I spotted the Dean of Students with a police officer. I felt a pit in my stomach, but dismissed it. How could they want to find someone like me? I mean, I have good grades and I am probably one of the least likely people in the school to have drugs on me. Why would they look for me?
Well, my questions came with an answer. Fifteen minutes into homeroom I made a joke about being scared to one of my friends because I saw the police officer. After that, Mrs. Mann came to the door and asked if she could take me. I got up with my stuff, and instantly broke out into a sweat. “No, this can’t be for the drugs. This can’t be.” I thought. She took me out and said “Hi Adam, this is get to know a freshman day!” I joked with her and said “Is it because I’m new?” She asked bluntly, you’re new? I knew what this was for. It was for the drugs.
After strolling around the halls for a little bit, I realized something. We were walking to the gym. They were going to strip search me. In the middle of the gym, we stopped talking about Ohio. She asked me this: “Adam, we’re doing an investigation. Your name popped up, and I decided to see how you were. I have a question. Do you have anything that you aren’t supposed to on you?” At that moment I felt tears rush to my eyes. I looked at the floor, my face pale. “Yes…” “And where is it?” she replied. “My shoe…”
They didn’t strip search me since I confessed right away. I figured that was good. I walked into her office and she explained the Miranda Rights. In America, those are the rights those accused have. I listened and decided I didn’t want to have a lawyer present, and I didn’t want to have my Mom present because she’d be too stressed. After I got that out, as I choked up I spit out “How will this affect college?” With tears coming to my eyes, someone who I had felt oppressed from handed me the tissues. I took them gratefully. Thankfully, it won’t affect college unless I slip up again.
As we talked, I co-operated. I hid nothing from them. They had already caught me once, so it’s time to tell them everything I knew. Eventually, after spending 2 hours looking at pictures, sobbing, and listening to what is going to happen to me. I was charged with three offences, possession of Marijuana, intent to deliver (sell), and delivering on school grounds (selling). The first two are minor, but the last one is a Class A offence, which is a charge that cannot be dropped. That will be stuck on my record until I am 21. After learning what my charges were, Mrs. Mann told me it was time to call my mother. Again, I began to cry. She called her, and talked to her for what seemed like a century, and then I took the phone and heard my Mom crying on the other end. We talked, and I told her how sorry I was. We have it hard enough, and now she has to deal with her son being arrested. Yes, I was arrested. I was taken out of the school in handcuffs even though I posed no threat to the officer or anyone else. I was arrested.
And there I was. A kid that did this for a girl, a kid that has good grades and decent friends sitting in the cell of a convict. I prayed, something I never do, and I cried. I never expected something like this to happen to me, and that is why I am writing this. Every decision you make matters. It can change your life in an instant; it can slap you in the face and show you where you are actually going. It can also open your eyes to a whole new world. It is dark, and tempting yet if you know the consequences you will not do it.
When I write this, I ask you, if you are ever in a situation in which you are faced with choice to do drugs, or anything else for that matter, think about the consequence. Something associated with drugs can be fun for a time, but in the end the consequences heavily outweigh the advantages. Before you try something, whether is dealing, just remember what can happen. Anything can happen, and if you’re not ready it will be highly for the worse.
Thanks for reading this far. I hope that if you ever get faced with a situation like this, or anything pertaining to something that can get you in serious trouble, avoid it. The consequences can be dire, as I have said.
If you ever need anything, you can email me or PM me. Thank you for reading, I hope I've opened something up to you.
~Chief
Email: [email protected] ([email protected])