Jeff Yalden discuses the zero tolerance policy that high schools have with their athletes. What the students need to realize and what the parents need to do. Take five minutes out of your day to take this video in and actually think about your decisions your making. Jeff Yalden makes many great points in this video for student athletes and their parents.

In this short story by Sam Reid you can see how easy it is to start doing the wrong thing. It also shows how addictive drugs are. This story doesn’t tie quite into my topic as Athletes and Drugs but it ties very close into the drug part. It really explains how it completely takes over your life. You keep wanting more and more.

Short stories: Stories about drugs and drinking for young adult readers

by Sam Reid

I Feel Like Algernon

 

April 5

I got to start keeping a journal now. Mr Claut says if I didn’t want to do everything he says, I shouldn’t have done what my friends told me. So now I got to start keeping a journal. Mr Claut, I’m not a good writer, but I know how to say what I want to. My name is Sam Troyer. That’s it.

April 6

I didn’t have to write this this time, but Mr. Claut just said that I only have to write in here twice a week, so I’m getting it out of the way. It’s Wensday.

April 11

Got an early start this week. I think I’ll wait till Friday to write again so I can put what happens this week in the entry then. I guess I better go ahead and explain everything now so I won’t take up space on Friday. Mr Claut, you know what happened but if I get out of here okay and don’t do more stuff then maybe I might let somebody else read it so they don’t do stuff and get caught. I was with some buddies on the side of a road at night the first time. There wasn’t nobody driving on it, so they stopped and took out some stuff and passed it around. I didn’t even ask what it was, I just took some and did what the other guys were doing. I sniffed the white powder stuff and it made my head really light. I think I fainted for a while, but I woke up in my bed at home. My mom didn’t know I did anything, she thought I was in my bed the whole night. I did it again after that, but with other stuff. That time, we got caught but they didn’t put me in jail. They gave me to Mr Claut and he put me in a nice bed to stay in that night. He talked to me the next day for maybe two hours. We just talked about me and why I did it and how much I did and when I started and if I felt guilty and stuff like that. I told him I didn’t know alot of what he asked, but I tried to say what I could. Then he gave me this notebook and said I needed to write down everything that happened and what I thought about it. He said that he would help me with my writing, but he wouldn’t read the journal until the end of June. So Mr. Claut, your probably reading this in June or July probably, and I guess I should say thanks for helping me write even though you haven’t yet. But you will, cause I think you do what you say, because your that kind of person.

April 15

Okay it’s Friday, and Mr Claut’s gonna start teaching me how to write tomorrow. He says he likes to work on the weekends better than in the week. Nothing to much happened in the week to me except that I took a walk outside with Mr Claut. He says that if I do good while I’m here for a while he’ll let me take walks by myself. I can’t be anywhere without cameras or other people right now, but he says if I do good I can take walks by myself. I think I’m going to write more than twice a week. I like writing.

April 16

Mr. Claut had me write some sentences today and said my spelling was almost perfect. That’s cause of my mom. But he said that I’m not the best writer ever and I already knew that. He also had me read a part of a book called Flowers for Algernon and he said my writing is alot better than when the character in that book started his journal.

April 18

I took another walk today with Mr. Claut, and he wants me to walk tomorrow by myself. He says he trusts me, but I don’t know why he wouldn’t trust me. I don’t think I could do stuff again even if I wanted to, and I don’t.

Ap 19

I wlked myself by myself an he ws there ad he gav ad i did stuf agoan.

April 20

I did more stuff yesterday and I tried to write, but I couldn’t cause my head felt light again. I couldn’t keep my hands still. Mr. Claut doesn’t know and I don’t want to tell him cause he’s a good person and I don’t want to be mean. Mr. Claut, when you read this in July I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t tell you. What happened yesterday is I met a friend again and he was one of the same friends that gave me stuff the first time. He gave me more of the same stuff. When I came back and Mr. Claut asked me how I was I said I was tired and wanted to sleep. I went into my room and tried to write, but I couldn’t so I did go to sleep. But now I feel like I need more stuff. I’m getting to feel really bad and I want to feel light again.

April 22

I did mor stuff yesterday. I need more I can’t write. I need mor. I feel like Algernon.

There are three drugs commonly used by athletes. The first is creatine, this is used as a post workout to increase the body’s muscle mass and strength. The second is anabolic steroids which are synthetic hormone testosterone which also help increase the body’s muscle strength and mass.  The final drug is a steroid precursor which is a substance that the body can convert into a anabolic steroid to increase muscle mass. http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/performance-enhancing-drugs/SM00045

            In Houseman’s poem he discusses the death of a dying athlete. He starts off by saying how proud the people were of him and how great he was. The poem then shifts into the death of the young boy and all the sorrows they have. This ties into my topic of athletes and drugs not exactly on the drug aspect but how drugs can kill you and how he died. It shows how you can go from being so high and honored to dying because of one thing in an instant, everything just gone. All your hard work thrown down the drain.

To An Athlete Dying Young by A. E. Housman

The time you won your town the race  

We chaired you through the market-place;  

Man and boy stood cheering by,  

And home we brought you shoulder-high.  

  

To-day, the road all runners come,    

Shoulder-high we bring you home,  

And set you at your threshold down,  

Townsman of a stiller town.  

  

Smart lad, to slip betimes away  

From fields where glory does not stay, 

And early though the laurel grows  

It withers quicker than the rose.  

  

Eyes the shady night has shut  

Cannot see the record cut,  

And silence sounds no worse than cheers 

After earth has stopped the ears:  

  

Now you will not swell the rout  

Of lads that wore their honours out,  

Runners whom renown outran  

And the name died before the man. 

  

So set, before its echoes fade,  

The fleet foot on the sill of shade,  

And hold to the low lintel up  

The still-defended challenge-cup.  

  

And round that early-laurelled head

Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,  

And find unwithered on its curls  

The garland briefer than a girl’s.

Im in Love With Drugs by Elizabthet Squires 

In Squire’s poem she discusses how easy it is to get addicted to drugs. Drugs can take over

 your life so easily. She starts off by how they make you feel and run faster. Then how they 

enhance your muscle. Finally how even though its illegal it will make you better than 

everyone else. This ties back to my topic of athletes and drug use because how she 

explains it makes you better than everyone else even though they are illegal and very 

addicting.  

Elizabeth Squires · Mar 25

I’m In Love With Drugs (Sports Poem)

I’m in love with drugs
I’m in love with drugs

they lift me into the stratosphere
with their aid and bolstering qualities
I can sprint faster than a frightened deer

I’m in love with drugs
I’m in love with drugs

they enhance my every muscle
they’ve got the effectiveness
of an express train in full bustle

I’m in love with drugs
I’m in love with drugs

I’m the new breed
of sports star
and my daily dose
of illegals helps me well beyond par

I’m in love with drugs
I’m in love with drugs

In Wilson’s poem he discusses baseball players and their use of steroids. He starts off by

 saying how much better players they become and how stronger they get. He then begins

 to discuss the side effects that the steroids are having on the players. Finally he talks about 

how no one is really there for you once you have been busted. How they have no more fans. This ties very closely into my topic because it explains how just one drug can crash your world being an athlete. 

Steroid Age Mutant Baseball Players

 

All for the power of that little ball.
Their own bodies and reputations they did maul!
No longer even popping a baseball fly.
Power hitting oh so far and high!
Each became an ‘injectable’.
Such power as to be undectable and almost respectable!
They became so familiar with each other’s rear,
But each had such a career!
Jose was the leader and the first.
From his uniform his body seemed to burst!
Juan hit so many long home runs
As to be almost shot from guns!
Ivan became the greatest catcher.
None with greater stature!
Rafael may have used too much?
In the bedroom – no performance in the clutch?
Then, all came tumbling down.
Congress, parents and fans on them did frown!
But who was the early secret leader of this pack?
Who got them on this posterior needle track?
Such powerful Lone Star friends.
Their influence knows all ends?
When Rafael failed his ‘roid test,
Who quickly defended him with such zest?
With all the other problems in the world,
His praise of Rafael did verbally swirl?
Why did on other more serious issues he pass?
Was he ultimately trying to save his own *ss?

Hubert Wilson

I agree with what he is saying, he should leave it up to the specialist to deal with the drugs. He is a football coach not a drug specialist. If his athletes want to use drugs they are going to use drugs and get busted. If they have a problem with drug abuse he is willing to get them help with someone, but he is there to coach football not deal with drug use.