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Ana June
English 1110 – 502
July 25, 2020
Average Essay Score: 91%
All my gratitude,
Christie
GRADED Personal Essay
“You are gonna have to get up early if you want to find the good stuff” my mom tells me
Friday night as she sits in her chair weaving toothbrush rugs. I sigh a bit to myself as I make my
bed on the couch in the living room that is occupied during the day by her four chihuahuas. “I
know mom. That’s why I’m staying the night.” Our relationship has come a long way since I was
a sarcastic, self-absorbed teen yearning to flee my parents’ house and get out on my own. We
have come to enjoy each other’s company as I continue my journey of self-maturation, and a
favorite activity of ours is treasure hunting. These are all day affairs punctuated with stops for
drive-thru ice cream cones and energy drinks purchased from gas stations. We never have
We stop at every garage or estate sale we can find, driving up and down city streets
hunting for neon colored signs. Some with oversized lettering, some with just arrows. When we
spot one a little jolt of excitement runs from the tops of our heads to the tips of our toes. My
mom jerkily parallel parks slightly too far from the curb while I crane my neck trying to scope
out the goods. We walk into the estate sale hand in hand, singing the song that had been playing
just moments before on the car stereo. She plants a kiss on my cheek, wishes me luck, and
spent listening to loud, angry music in my back bedroom. Navigating the morose vastness of my
teenage years alone. Trying to get her attention. Turning the knob further and further to the right,
volume being my chosen weapon in this war. The banging coming from the other side of the
“CHRISTIE!!!!!!”
“CHRISTIE!!!
“LOOK AT THIS!!”
My mother calls for me from another room like we were at home, pulling me back to the
present. I walk through a narrow doorway and she shows me a cabinet full of all kinds of
kitchen ware. We sift through someone else’s memories, imagining how these objects could
overlay themselves onto memories of our own. I come across a huge stockpot that is perfect for
canning. We recently made a batch of bourbon peaches, and she taught me from start to finish
how to do it. I am on a mission to build up my portfolio of life skills, and this is just one of the
We go through every nook and cranny in the house, not wanting to let any treasure
escape discovery. After we are sure we hunted everywhere high and low, we gather our finds and
get in line to pay. When it is our turn, we discover everything is 50% off because it is the last
day, adding the first layer of sweetness to our new shared memory. We head home with a trunk
full of rescued treasures. Two blocks away from her house she spots a dayglo pink sign with the
words “MOVING SALE!! EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!” She gives me a look of excitement
It has been a long day. My feet and back hurt, I miss my dogs and my wife, and I had
already spent way too much money. My mom jerkily parallel parks slightly too far from the curb
and turns off the car. We walk in, me slightly behind and annoyed just like when I was a teen.
My mom wanders off and I strike up a conversation with the woman who is running the sale.
“Yeah” I answer.
“You look like her. My mom and I used to go garage sale-ing too. This was her house.”
I look at her and suddenly see the grief etched into the lines around her face, the watery
film of tears starting to cover her eyes. My heart lurches and I feel fear. Where is my mom?
“CHRISTIE!!”
My lips start to smile as I turn to see what treasure has sparked the delight in her voice.
1st REVISION OF Personal Essay
“You are gonna have to get up early if you want to find the good stuff,” my mom tells me
Friday night. She is sitting in her chair, weaving toothbrush rugs. I sigh a bit to myself as I make
my bed on the couch in the living room occupied during the day by her four chihuahuas. “I know
Mom, that’s why I’m staying the night.” Our relationship has come a long way since I was a
sarcastic, self-absorbed teen yearning to flee my parents’ house and get out on my own. We have
come to enjoy each other’s company as I continue my journey of self-maturation, and a favorite
activity of ours is treasure hunting. These are all-day affairs punctuated with stops for drive-thru
ice cream cones and energy drinks purchased from gas stations. We never have anything specific
We stop at every garage or estate sale we can find, driving up and down city streets
hunting for neon-colored signs; Some with oversized lettering, some with just arrows. When we
spot one, a little jolt of excitement runs from the tops of our heads to our toes' tips. My mom
jerkily parallel parks slightly too far from the curb while I crane my neck, trying to scope out the
goods. We walk into the estate sale hand in hand, singing the song that had been playing just
moments before on the car stereo. She plants a kiss on my cheek, wishes me luck, and spirits
I find the box of CDs sitting in a back room, and I flashback to the countless hours I spent
listening to loud, angry music in my back bedroom. Navigating the melancholy vastness of my
teenage years alone, trying to get her attention. Turning the knob further and further to the right.
Volume is my chosen weapon in this war. The banging coming from the other side of the door is
“CHRISTIE!!!!!!”
“CHRISTIE!!!
“LOOK AT THIS!!”
My mother calls for me from another room like we were at home, pulling me back to the
present. I walk through a narrow doorway, and she shows me a cabinet full of all kinds of
kitchenware. We sift through someone else’s memories, imagining how these objects could
overlay themselves onto memories of our own. I come across a massive stockpot that is perfect
for canning. We recently made a batch of bourbon peaches, and she taught me from start to
finish how to do it. I am on a mission to build up my portfolio of life skills, and this is just one of
We go through every nook and cranny in the house, not wanting to let any treasure
escape discovery. After we are sure we hunted everywhere high and low, we gather our finds and
get in line to pay. When it is our turn, we discover everything is 50% off because it is the last
day, adding the first layer of sweetness to our new shared memory. We head home with a trunk
full of rescued treasures. Two blocks away from her house, she spots a dayglo pink sign with the
words “MOVING SALE!! EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!” She gives me a look of excitement,
already spent way too much money. My mom jerkily parallel parks slightly too far from the curb
and turns off the car. We walk in. Me slightly behind and annoyed just like when I was a teen.
My mom wanders off, and I strike up a conversation with the woman running the sale.
“Yeah,” I answer.
“You look like her. My mom and I used to go garage sale-ing too. This was her house.”
I look at her and suddenly see the grief etched into the lines around her face, a thin film
of tears starting to cover her eyes. My heart lurches, and I feel fear. Where is MY mom?
“CHRISTIE!!”
My lips start to smile as I turn to see what treasure has sparked the delight in her voice.
2nd REVISION OF Personal Essay
“You are gonna have to get up early if you want to find the good stuff,” my mom told me
Friday night as she sat in her chair, weaving toothbrush rugs. I sighed a bit to myself as I made
my bed on the couch in the living room occupied during the day by her four chihuahuas. “I know
Mom, that’s why I’m staying the night.” Our relationship had come a long way since I was a
sarcastic, self-absorbed teen yearning to flee my parents’ house and get out on my own. We had
come to enjoy each other’s company as I continued my journey of self-maturation, and a favorite
activity of ours was treasure hunting. They were all-day affairs punctuated with stops for drive-
thru ice cream cones and energy drinks purchased from gas stations. We never had anything
We stopped at every garage or estate sale we could find, driving up and down city streets
hunting for neon-colored signs; Some with oversized lettering, some with just arrows. When we
spotted one, a little jolt of excitement would run from the tops of our heads to our toes' tips. My
mom would jerkily parallel park slightly too far from the curb while I craned my neck, trying to
scope out the goods. We walked into the estate sale hand in hand, singing the song that had been
playing just moments before on the car stereo. She planted a kiss on my cheek, wished me luck,
hours I spent listening to loud, angry music in my back bedroom. Navigating the melancholy
vastness of my teenage years alone, trying to get her attention. Turning the knob further and
further to the right, volume was my chosen weapon in that war. The banging coming from the
other side of the door was seemingly in time with the music blaring from my speakers.
“CHRISTIE!!!!!!”
“CHRISTIE!!!
“LOOK AT THIS!!”
My mother called me from another room like we were at home, and it pulled me back to
the present. I walked through a narrow doorway, and she showed me a cabinet full of all kinds
of kitchenware. We sifted through someone else’s memories, imagining how those objects could
overlay themselves onto memories of our own. I came across a massive stockpot that was
perfect for canning. We had recently made a batch of bourbon peaches, and she taught me from
start to finish how to do it. I had been on a mission to build up my portfolio of life skills, and that
We went through every nook and cranny in the house, not wanting to let any treasure
escape discovery. After we were sure we hunted everywhere high and low, we gathered our finds
and got in line to pay. When it was our turn, we discovered everything was 50% off because it
was the last day of the sale. It added the first layer of sweetness to our new shared memory. We
headed home with a trunk full of rescued treasures. Two blocks away from her house, she
spotted a dayglo pink sign with the words “MOVING SALE!! EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!”
It had been a long day. My feet and back were hurting, I missed my dogs and my wife,
and I had already spent way too much money. My mom jerkily parallel parked slightly too far
from the curb and turned off the car. We walked in, me slightly behind and annoyed just like
when I was a teen. My mom wandered off, and I started up a conversation with the woman
“Yeah,” I answered.
“You look like her. My mom and I used to go garage sale-ing too. This was her house.”
I looked at her and suddenly saw the grief etched into the lines around her face, a thin
film of tears started to cover her eyes. My heart lurched, and I felt fear. Where was MY mom?
“CHRISTIE!!”
My lips started to smile as I turned to see what treasure sparked the delight in her voice.
GRADED Evaluation Argument
Ganja, reefer, herb, dope, chronic, green chile, grass, and weed are just a handful of slang
terms for marijuana. Legalized marijuana has had a long and winding journey in the United
States. As of right now, 11 states have fully legalized marijuana. Those states are Alaska,
California, Nevada, Oregon, Washington, Colorado, Illinois, Michigan, Vermont, Main, and
Massachusetts. It is also legal in three of the four territories: Guam, the Northern Mariana
Islands, and Washington D.C. On the other side of the coin, there are eight states where it is
entirely illegal; Idaho, Wyoming, South Dakota, Kansas, Wisconsin, Tennessee, Alabama, and
South Carolina. The rest of the states have various laws on decriminalization and medical
marijuana that change rapidly and can be very confusing. New Mexico is one of those states.
This past February, a bill that would have legalized recreational marijuana was voted down 6-4
by the state's Senate Judiciary Committee. Governor Michelle Lujan Grisham will have another
chance next year, and she will have more ammunition. COVID-19 has decimated state coffers all
around the country, not just New Mexico. Furthermore, in the absence of federal assistance,
legalizing marijuana would generate millions in tax dollars. Possibly being the lifesaver this
Medical marijuana became legal in New Mexico in 2007. Currently, the state's medical
program has 28 qualifying conditions that will enable residents to get a medical card allowing
them to possess, use, and grow marijuana. Growers of medical cannabis are currently in a battle
with the state taxation and revenue department (TRD) over gross receipts taxes. The State Court
of Appeals has previously decided that marijuana is in the same category as prescription drugs
and should be exempt from taxes. Understandably the growers would like all the money they
paid refunded, putting the state into a bind. The TRD has asked the high court to reconsider the
case, effectively postponing any possible refund indefinitely. Had the state passed the
legalization bill, Governor Lujan Grisham would have another income stream to help the state
So why would such a lucrative bill be voted down? An opposition group formed by the
Albuquerque Chamber of Commerce, the local Roman Catholic church, and an anti-legalization
group called Smart Approaches to Marijuana persuaded legislators to vote to table it. The latter is
not even based anywhere in New Mexico. They are headquartered in Alexandria, Virginia, and
work with local, state, and federal lawmakers to help pass laws they feel will decrease the use of
marijuana in the United States. The bill would have created a 9% excise tax that would have
funded programs for police training, substance abuse treatment, and education on driving under
the influence. Experts believe that not only would it generate an estimated $54 million in taxes, it
could also create upwards to 11,000 jobs. However, most New Mexicans support legalized
recreational marijuana, and the governor feels optimistic that it will get passed in the next year.
To add another layer of grey onto the already muddled mess of state laws is that
marijuana is still illegal at the federal level. That causes all kinds of problems for cannabis
producers; from what to pay in taxes, to not being able to get bank accounts for their business
needs. In 2013 the Obama administration issued the Cole Memorandum, which said the federal
government would not enforce federal marijuana offenses in states that have legalized
recreational marijuana use by their residents. Jeff Sessions rescinded that in 2018, opening the
door for federal prosecutions of both producers and users of cannabis. There is hope still to be
had for this industry, however. The latest session of congress saw 60 pieces of marijuana-related
The writing on the wall is clear. New Mexicans want the state government to legalize
recreational marijuana. Of course, there are always going to be concerns surrounding weed in the
workplace, packaging, so children do not get into it, and impairment issues, to name just a few.
Nevertheless, New Mexicans are creative and will find a way to solutions that will allow
The movement to legalize weed has had a long journey in New Mexico, but hopefully,
the end is in sight. A vote in the State Judiciary Committee this past January tabled a motion
supported by 75% of New Mexicans to legalize recreational marijuana. Despite the setback,
Governor Lujan Grisham says, "Legalized recreational cannabis in New Mexico is inevitable."
Marijuana and the people who use it have long been stigmatized and looked down on. Stoners
historically have been viewed as "lazy" and "unmotivated." The introduction of medical
marijuana in 2007 has helped to soften attitudes towards marijuana use. The emergence of
COVID 19 illustrates that New Mexico has come to a crossroads. Despite concerns over things
like crime and intoxicated drivers, the residents of New Mexico see legalized recreational
marijuana as an opportunity. Not only to generate badly needed funds statewide but help direct
Merriam-Webster defines stoner as "a person who regularly uses drugs especially
illegally" and lists "addict, dopehead, doper, druggie (also druggy), fiend, freak [slang], head,
hophead [slang], hype [slang], junkie (also junky), user" as synonyms. Stoners in popular films
and TV shows are often depicted as burnouts who live in the basement of their parent's house,
unable to string together coherent thoughts, and are always searching for "munchies." That could
not be further from the truth. Several high-profile users of marijuana include Jay-Z, Bill Maher,
Rihanna, Hunter S. Thompson, Bill Gates, and even Abraham Lincoln, to name a few! No one
would accuse them of being lazy, stupid, or undriven. Some weed strains can indeed cause
lethargy, giggles, and paranoia, but not everyone uses them only to "get high."
There are countless strains out there, and many not just for recreational use. Some have
specially bred properties to help patients with a myriad of medical conditions. Currently, the
state's medical program has 28 qualifying conditions that will enable residents to get a medical
card allowing them to possess, use, and grow marijuana. Many also believe that using cannabis is
a better alternative than using opioids for pain management and sleeping pills for insomnia,
noting that it is impossible to overdose on THC, unlike painkillers, alcohol, or other drugs.
website for SaferNM, "In some studies, drivers who smoked marijuana had slower reaction times
and greater lane position variation, compared with drivers in placebo conditions. Other studies
failed to find such differences in reaction time and lane position variation." It seems like
marijuana affects users differently, and even more so when used in conjunction with other drugs
or alcohol. The level of THC in the bloodstream is not an accurate indicator of impairment
either. Sometimes it was observed that "drivers who recently smoked marijuana drove more
slowly and allowed more headway when following other vehicles, compared with drivers in
placebo conditions." More research is needed before a clear correlation between marijuana use
One more pervasive belief is that if marijuana is legalized, it will cause crime rates to
rise. The idea is that if someone is given access to a low-level drug, it will be a gateway to harder
drugs, and thereby leading to riffraff and drug dealers hanging around. The previous has been
spouted by countless politicians and their pundits and has little to no truth in it. A study
performed in Colorado and Washington, where recreational weed has been legalized, found
"recreational use of the drug appeared to have little to no effect on the number of violent and
property crimes." Another study in a 2017 publication of The Economic Journal found that
crime rates in states along the US-Mexico border with legal, medical marijuana programs
The recent primary election did see the ouster of several state senators that have opposed
legalization in the past, raising hopes for impending legalization. Furthermore, although there is
significant bipartisan support, there are still some powerful groups that oppose the change; the
local Roman Catholic church is one of them. Some people do not believe in the ingestion of
ANY substances that can alter the mind: caffeine, nicotine, alcohol, or marijuana. All these
groups would benefit from the estimated $54 million in tax revenue generated and the 11,000
Legalization would also allow money currently used for arrests, convictions, and housing
of marijuana users to be put to better use. Schools, public health, and roads (to name a few)
could see increased funding if that money were not used on "the war on drugs." Because of
decreased policing, there would also be a decrease in mass incarceration. Moreover, if there is no
stigma of a drug conviction, finding a job that will support a household is more probable. It is
If COVID has taught us anything, we have a long and arduous journey ahead, and that
journey will require money. New Mexico has an untapped revenue stream at its’ fingertips. We
have and a chance to do this right and learn from the 11 states that have legalized weed before
us. There are always going to be people who have issues with the use of marijuana. Nevertheless,
New Mexicans are creative and will find solutions that will allow everyone to get a piece of the
bud.
Works Cited
McCall, Rosie. “Does Legalizing Pot Increase Crime Rates? It Hasn't in Colorado and
Washington, a Study Has Found” Newsweek n.p., 8 Oct. 2019 Web article
Jaeger, Kyle. “New Mexico Senate Committee Rejects Marijuana Legalization Bill Days Before
Session Ends.” Marijuana Moment, 14 Feb. 2020, www.marijuanamoment.net/new-
mexico-senate-committee-rejects-marijuana-legalization-bill-days-before-session-ends/.