I wanted nothing to do with marijuana.
When I was a kid, I took the ‘Say No To Drugs’ oath and I’ve not broken it.
I am now almost eighteen, and I still want to use marijuana. The only time I considered it was when the doctors diagnosed me with epilepsy. I thought I was taking naps during the day, but my teachers told me I was having a seizure. No one bothered me as long as I was sitting in my seat and not falling out. My mom made an appointment with the doctor. He told me that if the seizure get worse, I could get hurt, or hurt someone else. My girlfriend was handling the epilepsy well, but I didn’t want to hurt or embarrass her. She had seen me have a seizure, and she didn’t walk away. As much as I hated the idea of using marijuana, I had to make a hard decision. Mom told the doctor it was an unequivocal no, but since I was over sixteen, I told the doctor I would try it. Although I had to have someone over 21 go into the cannabis dispensary, I wanted to try medical marijuana. I think it was when the doctor told me I could hurt myself of someone else, that I allowed him to talk me into getting a medical marijuana ID card. I didn’t want to hurt my girlfriend or my mom. That wasn’t solving my problem of having someone pick up the marijuana until I talked to my brother. He was 21 and said he would get a caretaker’s ID card and go to the cannabis dispensary for me.