I Took Drugs To Study Well But Everything Went Wrong

  • Published on:  9/19/2018
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    This is Anne and she wants to warn you. We have all heard about drugs. If you hear this word you will at once imagine horrible pictures of sick people wasting their lives in the worst way possible. Anne’s experience will show you that drugs can reach you anywhere, even in the nice environment of good people, and try to ruin your like.

    In Anne’s country they finish school quite young, and she entered the university when she was 17. Anne comes from a very small town but her ambition has always been to move to a big city. She finished her school with top votes and managed to enter the university in the capital of her country – far away from her home and parents. She moved there proud of herself and started her first semester. She got a place in a nice dormitory alongside with other students from small towns. Anne got lots of friends at once. By the way, they entered a medical university, which is the synonym of very hard studies and endless amount of information to learn.

    Anne had always wanted to become a doctor so she was really enthusiastic at the beginning. She took detailed notes of anything she was told at the lectures and seminars and learned by heart any information she could find in course books. Their curriculum was made so that first-year students got loads of basic information. That’s why they say that the first year at the medical school is always the hardest one.

    It all went well until at some point Anne noticed she started forgetting things. She had always had a very good memory but she felt that she got some difficulties in keeping the information inside her head. The older students explained that it was brain overload and that it often happened with first year students. Indeed, Anne’s marks went pretty down compared to the beginning of the year. But her older colleagues explained that there was a solution – memory pills. What was that? Well, they explained that usual neurovitamins didn’t help much. What they proposed were stimulants that kept you more concentrated. In brief, drugs, not very dangerous ones though.

    Anne heard that everyone was taking them before the exams. She first had doubts because after all those were drugs. But after a couple of worrying episodes she made her choice and took the first pills. It was a relief at the beginning – she suddenly became so concentrated, so active. Anne had the feeling that she could be present at two lectures at the same time. They warned her that she had better take those pills only during the exam periods but she ignored the advice. When she tried to do without the pills she again failed to remember all the lists of medical terms she was supposed to learn by heart. So Anne took the pills pretty much all the time.

    During the day she was very active. Problems came at night – she could hardly get any sleep. So Anne entered the vicious circle when due to insomnia she had to take more drugs not to fall asleep during the lectures. Now she understands that she came to her first exam session absolutely exhausted. She could hardly tell reality from sleep. But when Anne came to my first exam that was anatomy, the most dreaded one, she was sure that everything would be fine.

    Before she entered the exam room she took a slightly bigger dose of pills just to be sure that she would remain concentrated till the end of the day. As Anne got a paper with test questions and came to her seat she started feeling dizzy. Then she looked at the questions and understood that she had no idea what she was supposed to answer. She got strong heartbeat, got all sweaty, catching her breath and then… And then darkness came. When Anne woke up she saw that she was surrounded by doctors and her anatomy professor who was looking strange at her. At that point they had already diagnosed she was in overdose. Anne got herself into huge trouble.

    Anne’s university called her parents. The administration knew she was a good student and so they were generous to say that she could get a temporary leave and come back the next year but totally clean. Otherwise, they said, at the first suspicion she would be out in no time. In the meantime Anne was supposed to turn back home to her parents and get through a rehab course. She had already worked out the addiction and this fact and bitter shame made her next several months pretty much unforgettable.

    Now everything is fine, Anne returned to the university and keeps herself far from any substance stronger than orange juice. And to anyone interested she can say that even if some drug can have pleasant effects that you need, side effects are much worse. So don’t listen to anyone who proposes you some magic pills – this magic can turn out hell.