It really is interesting to try to have a conversation–that’s a conversation, not lecture–about drugs with children. Last year during Red Ribbon Week (which I always manage to call “Red Wibbon Week”), I tried to sit down and have a discussion about drugs with the third grade students I had at the time. Granted, that’s pushing it age-wise; their ability to comprehend is a bit limited. But I asked them: “Why do people do drugs?” This completely stumped them. The only answer I got was “Because they’re bad?” Um…not exactly.
An anti-drug Spiderman cartoon thingy was showed at the school where I student-taught at, and it seriously pissed me off. The kids who did drugs in the film were big, mean, cross-faced, and pushy…“Dooooo this, you’ll like it…” The kids who said no all but had halos floating over their heads. Um…do the people who made this cartoon know that more than likely it will be the students’ friends who will try to pressure them into drugs? Sheesh.
My personal opinion is to prepare kids for the *reality[/] of drugs: People do recreational drugs because it feels good. There are other reasons tossed in there–wanting to be cool, wanting to get away, but one of the main reasons is that they like the actual effect. The other key point I try to get across to students (I have fifth grade now) is more than likely, it will be a good friend of yours who will want you to try the drugs out. They won’t be twiddling a mustache as they throw a black cape over their face; more than likely, you will just be at a party, or over at their house, and they’ll say, “Hey, want some?” And this is where you say “No.” Not, “No you horrible, terrible, evil, BAD man!” just…no. The “whys” can be discussed next (effects of drugs use, etc.).
My experience: My high school friends were heavy into acid and pot. I never touched the stuff, and never felt a need to. And honestly, I was never asked if I wanted any because they knew how I felt about drugs. These people remained my friends–we just didn’t share in that particular experience. One friend (who I use as an example) was very heavy into pot, acid, and alcohol; he was brilliant, somewhere around 170 IQ, and won national geography awards pretty much without trying. Even while completely plastered, he could kick anyone’s ass in chess (it was pretty amusing to watch). But, by his senior year in high school, he had thoroughly baked his brain. The spark, the cleverness, the essense of this person had seemed to fade away. He barely graduated, and wound up working at a tuxedo shop. Last I heard, he was a salesman at a Saturn dealership. I saw him about four years ago, and he just seemed so…far away. It saddens me. So much potential–and it was vomited from his body and flushed down the figurative toilet.
What a waste.