Concept of Significant Event
Gregory Sidon
Eng MO1A
July 22, y
It was a cool summer evening going into senior year with a slight breeze sliding over our scalps. The branches were swaying ever so calmly at the park on the Texas Track. I was with my cousin James who I always looked up too growing up, but now resented. He was the kid who always knew what to say and had a demeanor that was cool to the touch. With the long hair, gauges, and cool skate clothes. I wanted to be just like that. I was raised in private school so I had no sense of style, seeing what he wore and what he did really had an impression on me. He said there was going to be a party and wanted me to go with him. I was really bored and decided to give it a shot. We hung out together all through childhood, middle school, and a lot of high school. But as junior year came around for me and James just dropping out of high school of senior year, xanex was ravaging through teenagers like a disease. As I continued to hangout with James I noticed him being a lot more slow as if he has just awoken from a long slumber or angry for no reason. He told me he was taking xanex or “bars”. At first I was okay with it, popping them recreationally as well believing there was no real harm in them. We’d go to parties and take them throughout the night loving feeling of knowing you had a goodnight even though you could hardly remember it. Sometimes doing them gave us an over sense of confidence to talk to women, meet new people, and do things we’d never think of doing sober. But as the months went by I began to hear things from my mom and other family members that James has been stealing prescription pills from our grandparents and getting busted by police for stealing from people’s cars. I could not believe what I heard. Sounded like people spewing gibberish I couldn’t understand. Someone you looked up to for advice, guidance making dreadful life changing decisions. I never tried to let it affect our bond as long as he didn’t steal from
Eng MO1A
July 22, y
It was a cool summer evening going into senior year with a slight breeze sliding over our scalps. The branches were swaying ever so calmly at the park on the Texas Track. I was with my cousin James who I always looked up too growing up, but now resented. He was the kid who always knew what to say and had a demeanor that was cool to the touch. With the long hair, gauges, and cool skate clothes. I wanted to be just like that. I was raised in private school so I had no sense of style, seeing what he wore and what he did really had an impression on me. He said there was going to be a party and wanted me to go with him. I was really bored and decided to give it a shot. We hung out together all through childhood, middle school, and a lot of high school. But as junior year came around for me and James just dropping out of high school of senior year, xanex was ravaging through teenagers like a disease. As I continued to hangout with James I noticed him being a lot more slow as if he has just awoken from a long slumber or angry for no reason. He told me he was taking xanex or “bars”. At first I was okay with it, popping them recreationally as well believing there was no real harm in them. We’d go to parties and take them throughout the night loving feeling of knowing you had a goodnight even though you could hardly remember it. Sometimes doing them gave us an over sense of confidence to talk to women, meet new people, and do things we’d never think of doing sober. But as the months went by I began to hear things from my mom and other family members that James has been stealing prescription pills from our grandparents and getting busted by police for stealing from people’s cars. I could not believe what I heard. Sounded like people spewing gibberish I couldn’t understand. Someone you looked up to for advice, guidance making dreadful life changing decisions. I never tried to let it affect our bond as long as he didn’t steal from