The night started out as the most productive in my life. Cranked out that senior seminar essay, studied for my AP Environmental Science test, and even completed my homework for that night and the night after. Sounds great, sounds like quite an accomplishment doesn’t it? But at what cost? Three hours of sleep and four cans of Red Bull discarded in my garbage can.
Red Bull. A seemingly magical energy drink that comes in a patriotic and enticing can. I remember being a kid and seeing a Red Bull promotion car in Cape Cod when it first came out. They had samples and were offering little cans to pedestrians on the streets. I was so scared of this “energy drink” that I refused to try some and watched as my friends and family enjoyed their samples. I even thought that I wasn’t “of legal age” to be able to have such a powerful drink. Their mascot is a bull, is it not?
Ever since then I have avoided Red Bull like the bubonic plague. I did not understand why high school and college students were so obsessed with this drink. I did not get the addiction and I had never experienced that kind of powerful energy before. 
Last month I had an immense homework load, and for some reason I came to the conclusion that that night would be the night that I would finally try this mystical drink.
Upon my first sip I told myself that it really wasn’t that bad. Although you could only taste the sugar, the drink itself did not have a horrendous taste. I quickly guzzled it down and then began to work on my homework.