Educators seem not to grasp that once addicted to stealing brain dopamine it increases the likelihood the student will turn to other chemicals to engage in more intense and higher-risk dopamine robberies. Educators seemingly ignore evidence that nicotine dependency related suspensions create a sense of failure, diminished self esteem, put the student further behind in class-work, foster hopelessness and ultimately increase dropout rates. Not only is it a failure to educate the entire student but to address the most gripping health and education issue affecting their life. The brain's dopamine pathways are a built-in teacher that uses reward related learning that ties goals to desire and action.
It was then that they may have thought to themselves that they could not possibly ever get hooked because the taste was horrible and their body and lungs rebelled. But the new smoker soon detects that their current nicotine "aaah" sensation no longer matches the intensity of prior "aaah" memories.
It's here that regular nicotine feedings become mandatory in order to maintain an evolving sense of "nicotine normal." It's here that any attempt to stop using nicotine may generate powerful anxieties, mini-panic attacks, craves and wild mood swings. Each increase in daily nicotine intake may bring a corresponding increase in the number of brain receptors, further desensitizing the brain and moving it further away from normal function. What if friends, homework, mom and dreams suddenly became less important than the goal of finding and using more nicotine to steal more dopamine? Yes, the new nicotine addict will likely make new friends but more often than not they'll find that their bond with them is built around the fact that they are both drug addicts, addicted to the exact same chemical.
If asked, 80% of smokers in your school will tell you that they can quit smoking nicotine if they wanted to. For far too many students that first powerful puff, dip or chew of nicotine will be enough to keep them coming back for life. Urges and craves are often the earliest signs that powerful nicotine induced dopamine memories are changing your priorities in life.
One of the greatest challenges of withdrawal is developing the patience needed to allow the brain time to restore acetylcholine receptor counts back to normal (down-regulation).
The brain's protective up-regulation adjustments insured that any attempt to stop using nicotine would leave the recovering nicotine addict temporarily de-sensitized.
The most important lesson to learn is that once hooked on nicotine the brain somehow remains wired for nicotine for life.
The Law of Addiction - Key to lasting recovery is to treat nicotine dependency as a true chemical addiction instead of some "nasty little habit." In fact, treating any addiction like a habit is a recipe for relapse. Two factors will substantially enhance a student's odds of success: (1) dependency education and (2) ongoing support. No student will ever be stronger than nicotine but they don't need to be as strength is not the issue. It is here that a school's "Freedom from Nicotine" club or program could greatly benefit recovering students. Establishing serious and highly focused in-school nicotine cessation support programs and getting quality education materials into the hands and minds of smoking students will take dedicated leadership. Until students understand that nicotine truly is one of the most captivating chemicals on earth they will not have the information necessary to make an informed decision about the risk of getting hooked by using it.
Since the year 2000 Canadian youth smoking rates have taken a nose dive but they have been taught a critical lesson that U.S. While illegal drug use presents a vastly greater risk of death than smoking during a student's high school years, when lifetime risks are considered there's no comparison. The greatest asset each school has in preventing nicotine addiction is its ex-smoking students, hooked students and those battling to break free.
Go to the school library and look at the cigarette ads in the back of any Popular Science or Popular Mechanics magazine.
As with any school environmental club, a dependency prevention club could and should be encouraged to become active within the community. Imagine the collective power of young yet determined voices to change the way an entire community looks at both nicotine dependency and marketing that fuels it. Isn't it time for students to be taught to see through the false image painted by nearly $15 billion dollars in annual tobacco marketing? Freedom - Looking for a deadly serious and highly focused education oriented support group? Nicotine Cessation Topic Index - An alphabetical subject matter index to hundreds of nicotine cessation support group discussions, article and videos. 40 Quitting Tips - Key cold turkey nicotine cessation tips on how to stop smoking, vaping, chewing or sucking nicotine into your body and bloodstream.
Joseph reckoned it would take less than three hours for the tree to absorb the flyzard's nutrients. He thought of the bedraggled puffer crouching in the corner of the lab aviary, mangled and dying. The foremen howled with laughter as McIntyre bowed, a toothy grin spreading beneath his moustache. Cal glanced at the crippled puffer-owl behind the transparent wall of the aviary, luminous eyes studying its captors as if they were the ones in a cage.
Joseph's laughter rang against the walls, bold and unfettered for the first time since his arrival on Kelvyn. The pulverizers were roaring at full capacity when Joseph and Cal reached the edge of the clearing zone. Joseph stared at the stocky crew chief, knew with sick certainty that the man would not back down. One section of the colony structure and three pulverizers were demolished while the crews slept.


Joseph knew little of his own Cherokee heritage: only scraps culled from thousands of history disks he had searched over the years.
Cal shamed McIntyre into letting Joseph out the next morning after it happened for the second time.
A mogre slipped from the splintered tree line on six powerful legs, drawn into the open by the scent of death. The two men jogged toward the temporary sleep-cubes where McIntyre and most of the foremen bedded down. Marsalis glanced at the ruins of the crew chief's cubicle, then nodded with obvious relief.
Joseph and Cal were in the lab four hours later when the last shuttle blasted off for the Surveyor. Cal studied Joseph with a new expression in his eyes: surprise, admiration, a trace of fear. The two men stopped just inside the stand of trees that marked the boundary of the village. Cal was a slender man, but he managed to sling Joseph over his shoulder and stagger back toward camp. Cal sank to the ground in exhaustion, breath coming in strangled gasps, and laid Joseph beside him. Whether the student's nicotine is delivered by cigarettes, cigars, smokeless tobacco, bidis, pipes, patches, gums or nicotine lozenges, understanding how they became hooked is key to understanding their path to freedom. Imagine never feeling an "aaah" sensation when finishing a project, when seeing a good grade on your report card, upon making a wonderful new friend or getting a nice big hug from mom. But, within eight seconds of that first-ever inhaled puff, through dizzy, coughing and six shades of green, nicotine arrived at their brain's reward pathways where it generated an unearned flood of dopamine, resulting in an immediate yet possibly unrecognized "aaah" sensation. Although they didn't like the taste it didn't matter whether or not they liked it because their brain had already recorded its first stolen "aaah" sensation and they would likely soon find themselves returning to steal more. Their dopamine reward system will briefly offer-up few rewards, their nervous system might see altering the status quo as danger and sound an emotional anxiety alarm throughout the body, and de-sensitized mood circuitry might briefly make it difficult to climb beyond depression. Few students are able to learn math or learn to read and write by figuring it out on our own. Left to right, WhyQuit is organized under three headings: (1) Motivation, (2) Education and (3) Support. Polito, a former 30-year heavy smoker and WhyQuit's 1999 founder, Freedom from Nicotine (FFN) is a free nicotine dependency recovery book that documents the science underlying nicotine dependency and successful cessation. Home to Joel Spitzer, Freedom is the Internet's only 100% nicotine-free peer messageboard support forum.
Each tree was a scale model of the forest, supporting a complete ecosystem within its massive coils. He was in better shape than anyone else in the Surveyor's crew, but the strong gravity of Kelvyn still sapped the strength from his muscles. Skin and bones would drop to the forest floor, where scavengers feasted on the porcu-pine's leavings. A mousipede crouched in the grass near the center of the clearing, nibbling on the fruit of a bloodberry bush. A broad pair of forewings and a smaller pair of hindwings controlled their speed and direction of flight.
Joseph could not see the creatures hidden behind the leaves, but their terror and confusion buffeted him in waves. He searched the work zone for Angus McIntyre and spotted the crew chief near a field console, poring through schematics with a cluster of foremen. It didn't take long to locate McIntyre, but the noise made it impossible to talk in the open. He read of the Busk, the festival celebrating first fruits and new fires, but the words had no flavor. The essence of what the Cherokee had been eluded him, like the dappled outline of a lightning-buck darting through morning mist.
He looked more like a cornered animal than the puffers that circled above him, singing their silent rage.
They fell to the ground, Joseph clawing for the laser, McIntyre still trying to aim at the retreating puffers. He had been up most of the night, haunted by ghastly visions of Shaman erupting into flame. For a moment he was gliding through the ancient forests of America with his ancestors - strong and unbowed - sinews stretching down into the fragrant soil like roots. Whether hooked on cigarettes, e-cigarettes (e-cigs), bidis, kreteks, a pipe, hookah or cigars, on dip, chew, snuff or snus, or on the nicotine gum, lozenge, spray, inhaler or patch, FFN provides a comprehensive yet easy to follow road-map to freedom from nicotine. Yet the rustle of leaves, the fragrance of vegetation, the spring of living carpet beneath his feet offered familiar comfort.
He took three swallows from his water pack and watched in fascination as a nearby porcu-pine lured its prey. It scurried halfway to the tree line on its dozen stubby legs before the puffer's talons dug into its back. He wriggled between the loops of a corkscrew so his presence would not disturb the puffers.
I also know that Corporate is rattlin' their saber a little louder every day, and it's not your head'll be rolling if we fall behind. When we rape a world, it's never the same again; it dies of shame and misery, then it rots around us until we leave.


He read of Sequoya and others who tried to adapt to the white man's customs, hoping to salvage some shred of their culture. The tension in his body unwound as the three of them ambled through the maze of plasteel and titanium toward the far edge of the site.
An ugly purple bruise bloomed on one cheek; a split lip bulged beneath the bushy moustache now matted with blood. Massive crocodilian jaws snapped up the tenderest chunks, crushing them to pulp as they vanished into its maw.
These men did not fear anything in the galaxy they could see, but an invisible enemy was too much for them. I've reviewed every scrap of seismic data I have, and there's just nothing out of the ordinary about this chunk of rock. Then the crippled puffer-owl spread his speckled wings, inflated, and vanished into the sky.
Corkscrew ferns twisted toward the sky in tightly bunched loops all around him, giant fronds feathering out to catch the orange sunlight. He felt in tune with the rhythms of nature here, reconnected to the threads of growth and life woven into the very fabric of his soul.
A brown flying-lizard not much bigger than a pigeon hovered between the branches, drawn by the aroma of honeysap that oozed from the porcu-pine's bark.
It squeaked twice as its captor flipped it and sliced through its tender belly with a scythe-like beak.
Well, now, there's a thrivin' colony on that planet, and I don't believe a one of them that built it spent a slim second in lockup. The roar of the pulverizers swelled, much tamer now that half their number had been reduced to scrap.
We've only five pulverizers left as it is, and the lads can't make any progress with this commotion. Before Joseph could react, a rod of light leapt from McIntyre's hand into the mass of puffers. Shackled by the roustabouts, Joseph could only shout to drive the demonic creature back into the forest. He's dead and buried… just a few hours after you told him he oughta haul ass out of here for his own safety. He saw the same wonder in Cal Benton's eyes that he himself had felt when he first walked among the corkscrews. I better get you back so we can drug you up good… and so I can jabber some double-talk at Marsalis. They had been chased away by a ghoul with hair the color of blood and a moustache of flame.
Eight interminable months trapped in the sterile shell of the Surveyor had almost driven him mad… but the land restored him. As soon as the flyzard touched the sticky sap, the branches snapped together, impaling it with a dozen needles. A few minutes passed before the bloated outline of a puffer-owl glided from the upper branches.
Because of the strong surface gravity of Kelvyn, they could not get off the ground without the buoyancy of their flight bladders. Far beyond his vision, a clan of puffer-owls had built their living chambers, piling section upon section as family and home grew together, intertwined. He barely missed an outstretched porcu-pine branch as he labored back the way he had come, legs pumping against the iron grip of Kelvyn, black hair dancing in the wind. It floated across the glade with silent stealth, riding the wind like a feathered zeppelin. These inflated with hydrogen extracted from the air when the owls rose, swelling them like balloons.
When he staggered into the clearing near the camp, ten pulverizers were already online, gobbling the forest and turning it to mulch. McIntyre followed their gaze, stroking a bushy red moustache that burned like fire in the orange light. But the fact is, we've got to finish the shell structure here and be hyperspatial toward Avalon inside of two months, or it's my ass.
After a few weeks with the pulverizers, we'd flattened half their hunting territory and driven most of the game away.
Maybe this planet has some weird localized tectonics, some kind of seismic hiccup we haven't detected yet. I programmed the computer to scan the ultrasonic frequencies, and there it was: they have a musical vocabulary, pitched so high that the human ear can't detect it. Soon Shaman's village would be a memory, and here he sat like a caged animal, cut off from the sweet breath of the land… unable to stop the slaughter of a way of life. They wheeled overhead, diving and snapping at the crews, filling the air like a plague of feathered locusts.
Without warning he whipped it down across his legs, driving the needles deep into his thighs before collapsing with a cry. Survivors climbed frantically above the inferno, but McIntyre kept firing, setting off a dozen smaller explosions.




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