Throughout the United States, the legal drinking age is 21. However, in most places this is not necessarily the case. Children are brought up in a alcohol society leading to disoriented lifestyles. To an individual deciding whether to drink is a personal decision that he or she will inevitably have to make. As alcohol abuse continues to spread, the consequences of underage drinking as well rises. Underage alcohol use is more likely to kill adolescences than any illegal drugs combined. Alcohol Abuse is a significant dilemma that impairs the decision making process of the individual. Alcohol prevents messages trying to get to the brain, altering a person s emotions, perceptions, movement, hearing, and vision. Under the influence, an individual may make harmful decisions such as endangering other people, harm oneself, and set bad examples.
When an individual is intoxicated, he or she makes unintelligent decisions that effects each person in his or her surroundings. Getting behind the wheel is a crucial decision that an individual should not take lightly. The driver is responsible for every life that is in the vehicle. Being under the influence, inhibits the driver to get to his or her destination safely. Adolescents, not under the influence, already have an increased risk for having an accident because of their lack of driving experience. For that reason, driving while intoxicated increases the risk of a collision. Along with getting behind the wheel under the influence, there our other ways to endanger another individual s life.
Along with endangering other people, an individual also harms oneself. Alcohol takes a dangerous toll on the human body. Alcohol is a depressant, which means that it slows the function of the nervous system. Alcohol combined with conditions such as depression and stress also contribute to the third leading cause of death among adolescences, which is suicide. When large amounts of alcoholic beverages are consumed several problems occur in one s body. Alcohol poisoning is a result of continuous drinking habits. The body becomes poisoned by the alcohol being consumed, and eventually stops functioning. Other problems also evolve from drinking heavily. Teen drinkers are more likely to have health problems in the future. Into adulthood an individual will have risks such as damaging organs, such as the liver, heart, and brain. Other difficulties with the body will surface if alcohol abuse is not controlled.
When an individual is under the influence, he or she can set a bad impression. Drinking impairs ones brain enabling he or she to think straight. This may cause an individual to do embarrassing acts such as throwing up. Hangovers are also a result of consuming large amounts of alcohol. Hangovers are not fun, and is very embarrassing to a person. An adolescent is admired by younger age groups. Children admire and absorb every aspect of a teen. Adolescence have such an amazing impact on children, but sometimes teens make wrong decisions that lead children in the wrong direction.
In conclusion, alcohol is forcefully promoted throughout society, and is regarded as a normal part of adolescence. Underage drinking is dangerous to oneself, other individuals, and one s reputation. Individuals who begin drinking at an early age develop serious alcohol problems that effects one s lifestyle. It can destroy an individuals life.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
My Hero
The word hero can have many definitions depending on the individual and their expectations in life. Through the eyes of a child, a hero can fly through the sky, have incredible strength, or become invisible. In reality, these abilities fail to exist, and the perception of a hero develops into something inconceivable. To me, a hero can portray far less unimaginable characteristics. A hero simply helps, listens, and gives advice when I am confused and frustrated with life. My mother fits these attributes completely. Because my mother remains a strong willed, determined woman she fits my image of a true hero. My mother is loving, encouraging, and hardworking.
My mother loves me without a doubt. No matter what I do, no matter how many times I disobey her trust, she still continues to love me unconditionally. She has a extraordinary way of knowing when I am upset and need guidance. It seems as if she can see right through me and read my mind. High morals and standards from her family is the basis of the love that she shows to me. Her mother gave the same love that my mother shows to me. That in itself demonstrates the true meaning of a hero.
Beside the fact that my mother loves me unconditionally, she works hard to keep the household running properly. She works at a job that she despises, but does it to supply the needs of the family. She has tolerated her career only for the welfare of her family. Because she chooses to put her children first, she sacrifices her own dreams. At times I take her selfless acts for granted; however, as I have matured I see with clarity the sacrifices she has made for the happiness of her family.
My mother portrays both of these attributes; however, encouraging remains her strong point. My mother’s motto in life states to always aim your goals higher than you can achieve. She tells me never to settle, and to always strive to be the best. She reminds me that life is not a dress rehearsal, but that life is happening right now, and she reminds me to have color and passion in every aspect of my life. My mother helps me to get motivated, and she sets me on a path where my individuality shines through. She uses honesty to make me stronger and prepare me for the real world.
In conclusion, my mother inspires and motivates me to be a better person. She reminds me that I can accomplish any task that comes my way and to always pursue my goals. I will forever remember the values my mother instilled into me.I know she will always be there for me through the many chapters of my life, and that, to me, shows the true meaning of a hero.
My mother loves me without a doubt. No matter what I do, no matter how many times I disobey her trust, she still continues to love me unconditionally. She has a extraordinary way of knowing when I am upset and need guidance. It seems as if she can see right through me and read my mind. High morals and standards from her family is the basis of the love that she shows to me. Her mother gave the same love that my mother shows to me. That in itself demonstrates the true meaning of a hero.
Beside the fact that my mother loves me unconditionally, she works hard to keep the household running properly. She works at a job that she despises, but does it to supply the needs of the family. She has tolerated her career only for the welfare of her family. Because she chooses to put her children first, she sacrifices her own dreams. At times I take her selfless acts for granted; however, as I have matured I see with clarity the sacrifices she has made for the happiness of her family.
My mother portrays both of these attributes; however, encouraging remains her strong point. My mother’s motto in life states to always aim your goals higher than you can achieve. She tells me never to settle, and to always strive to be the best. She reminds me that life is not a dress rehearsal, but that life is happening right now, and she reminds me to have color and passion in every aspect of my life. My mother helps me to get motivated, and she sets me on a path where my individuality shines through. She uses honesty to make me stronger and prepare me for the real world.
In conclusion, my mother inspires and motivates me to be a better person. She reminds me that I can accomplish any task that comes my way and to always pursue my goals. I will forever remember the values my mother instilled into me.I know she will always be there for me through the many chapters of my life, and that, to me, shows the true meaning of a hero.
Childhood Memories
Just beyond my yard awaits a special place where I can reminisce about happy childhood memories that I have experienced. During our childhood, my friends and I used this place as a hideaway. In this place homework was unknown , chores never existed, and our imaginations never stopped. Our troubles, worries, and responsibilities were left behind. This place was an exciting playground where our imaginations could run wild.
A babbling brook located just outside our front door served as a place to escape from reality. The pure rainwater washed over the rocks forming pools of water sporadically down the creek. These pools of water were filled with strange creatures; however, the dangerous creatures lurking nearby such as a snake or crawfish never frightened us. We would catch these creatures in our pails and admire our great find. The fascinating rocks we collected meant more to us than a chest full of gold. The rocks, in our imaginations, transformed into tools and the clay turned into makeup where we would give ourselves names and pretend we were Indians. We used this to escape from our own identity and transform into someone incredible. I often recollect those carefree days, when the sun glistened on the surface of the water, and we sat aimlessly watching the clouds float by without a care in the world.
The journey to our special place seemed to make the brook even more interesting, a challenge in itself to reach. Grown-ups were not allowed in our private world. Therefore, we told our parents to cover their eyes so they could not see where we were headed. In our minds our little world belonged to us and we made the rules. Reality failed to exist in our world and imagination flourished. To reach our destination, we traveled down a narrow path, to a steep treacherous bank. The bank ,to us, appeared as an enormous mountainside. We carefully eased down the hill and made our way to our secrete hideaway. After that, we crossed the shaky bridge that we made to cross the ditch, leading us to the creek. When we reached the creek, we immediately threw our shoes off and splashed in the cool water.
We would play endlessly until the last ray of light from the sun had slipped behind the trees. Only then, did we realize it was time to end our adventure. Sometimes I take a walk to our creek, but it has changed. The path has disappeared; the water does not feel as crisp. The images in the pools have faded, but if I stay long enough and look hard enough I see glimpses of them, or is it just my sweet memories?
A babbling brook located just outside our front door served as a place to escape from reality. The pure rainwater washed over the rocks forming pools of water sporadically down the creek. These pools of water were filled with strange creatures; however, the dangerous creatures lurking nearby such as a snake or crawfish never frightened us. We would catch these creatures in our pails and admire our great find. The fascinating rocks we collected meant more to us than a chest full of gold. The rocks, in our imaginations, transformed into tools and the clay turned into makeup where we would give ourselves names and pretend we were Indians. We used this to escape from our own identity and transform into someone incredible. I often recollect those carefree days, when the sun glistened on the surface of the water, and we sat aimlessly watching the clouds float by without a care in the world.
The journey to our special place seemed to make the brook even more interesting, a challenge in itself to reach. Grown-ups were not allowed in our private world. Therefore, we told our parents to cover their eyes so they could not see where we were headed. In our minds our little world belonged to us and we made the rules. Reality failed to exist in our world and imagination flourished. To reach our destination, we traveled down a narrow path, to a steep treacherous bank. The bank ,to us, appeared as an enormous mountainside. We carefully eased down the hill and made our way to our secrete hideaway. After that, we crossed the shaky bridge that we made to cross the ditch, leading us to the creek. When we reached the creek, we immediately threw our shoes off and splashed in the cool water.
We would play endlessly until the last ray of light from the sun had slipped behind the trees. Only then, did we realize it was time to end our adventure. Sometimes I take a walk to our creek, but it has changed. The path has disappeared; the water does not feel as crisp. The images in the pools have faded, but if I stay long enough and look hard enough I see glimpses of them, or is it just my sweet memories?
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