depression,drugs,and college

College is not only a time of gaining mass amounts of knowledge, but it's also a time where one can reinvent himself and find an identity as a person.The truth is college is not so cut and dry. The gargantuan workloads that are placed on the backs of college students tends to crush them rather than help them. Everyday as I walk into school I see the sadness in the faces of most students. Students no longer rely on themselves to get homework done, but rather on drugs such as caffeine and adderol. The two most widely used college drugs in the world have run rampant through college communities. The question that I pose is, is the A really worth destroying your health for? Up until recent times college has been a time in one's life where a person can be free and learn what they want without anyone influencing what they study. College has become something that people dread going to. It is infested with sadness and degradation. The ones who aren't at the very pinnacle of their class are considered almost worthless by our society. College has become a time of mental enslavement where once it stood for the liberation of ones mind

the shot heard around the world

Almost every news station states has the same thing going on around the clock; Ferguson. This is where officer Darren Wilson shot Mike Brown. There are many different viewpoints on the matter. Some say the officer shot Mike Brown without the presence of a struggle while others say there was a clear struggle and the officer was defending himself. Riots have ensued and the entire country has been thrown into turmoil. Police officers, whose job was already extremely difficult and dangerous, has become exponentially harder. Whatever lack of unity we had as a country is officially non-existent. The United States has focused too much on foreign events and neglected its people. We are all in need of something that would bring us together and not break us apart. We are in a vicious cycle like the civilizations before us and we are headed for  a collision course. The country is crumbling from inside out and abandoning our pride is the only way we can solve it

The thrill

The first time I laced up my boxing gloves was a sensation unmatched by any. I was a freshman in highschool when I started,and I was weak as well as insecure. I had no idea of  the strength that I possessed and its limitless potential. The only time I had really been close to boxing was watching the professional fighters obliterate each other. They were modern day gladiators fighting for spectators and honor. They were some of the greatest athletes in the world and I wanted to become one. I signed up to my first kickboxing class and automatically I was hooked. The movement of your body was like dancing and the fury of your fists was that of lighting. I trained for 2 years and finally I decided it was time to test my mettle. I asked my coach to get me my first fight. Training was more gruesome than ever as I shaped my body to be the ultimate weapon. As the weeks went by I grew more and more anxious to unleash the destruction. When fight time came there was only one thing on my mind;winning. With every punch and kick exchanged between my opponent and I, I grew more excited. It was my destiny to win and I was relentless. We were two warriors fighting for honor. As the fight ended my hand was raised in victory and the thrill had come to an end.