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WORST HOUR OF MY LIFE 
This day was a horror story for me. My college allows that you leave the campus at lunch for over an hour, so as I do some days, I went to the closest town with my few friends to smoke in some old toilets before returning to school.
Of course, I was hesitant because I didn't know what my timetable was. Then, to my delight, one of my friends who shares his entire timetable with I told me that we did not have any lessons left today.
I promptly began to smoke as much as humanly possible, thinking to myself: "I don't even need to go back, this is fucking great bro" and it proceeded to hit me MUCH harder than expected because I hadn't smoked in MONTHS, and while this was happening my friend told me "Oh shit we actually do have a lesson my bad" and I fucking broke down in my mind, cuz I genuinley couldn't go to class in this state.
I stumbled back to campus and hid in the closest lavatories immediately, letting my time there spill into my lesson time, splashing water on my face, hair and eyes to try and look less subhuman and red eyed before entering the class. The professor gave me a sarcastic comment about my timing when I arrived just 3 minutes late to the class, which I ignoredlul , sitting down and not looking up from my notepad.
At this point, I was thinking I'd be completely fine as long as I keep my head down. This plan actually worked perfectly for approximately 5 minutes, when the school's vice principal bursts through the door asking to talk with me in his office.
My heart dropped, but I realised I had no way out, so still looking down I followed him out the class, knowing I looked like a drugged up ND retard to anyone who was even slightly socially aware.
Luckily, the VP is a bit of an old bat and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary just yet. He led me across the grounds and to his tiny office in the math area, where we both sat, me breathing way too heavily and slouchmaxing on the wooden stall with no backrest. All I could think of was the fact he needs implants for his horrible nasolabial folds, they were putting me off so badly the entire arguement
Anyway, he talked to me about the usual "grades are gonna get you kicked out" bullshit (never happens) and a bunch of other random shit I won't include because it's a whole other story. I was having to hold an intelligent conversation with this guy while he pulled out dumber and dumber arguements (luckily I was still functional enough to refute his bullshit, but barely).
Sometimes I found myself agreeing to some ridiculous slander against me just to move the conversation on, knowing I wasn't gonna get less high by the time the work day ended, so I focused instead on trying to make a fast lane out of there.
Suddenly, he leaned forward and said "Are you feeling okay? your eyes seem a bit, off?" and I just say "Yeah, I'm fine" and nothing else. The poor guy probably stared me dead in the face for 10 seconds before just moving on. I think he knew deep down but just couldn't be bothered this specific day
I got out around 20 minutes later after an hour of drooling like a SPASTIC (it was not a pretty sight, I'm sure of that myself) on my stool, desperately defending my own ass from getting kicked out from every college in the country. Long story short I went back to my shitty lesson and did the shitty notes then went home and got caught by my parents anyway. The end
REP ME BOYS
This day was a horror story for me. My college allows that you leave the campus at lunch for over an hour, so as I do some days, I went to the closest town with my few friends to smoke in some old toilets before returning to school.
Of course, I was hesitant because I didn't know what my timetable was. Then, to my delight, one of my friends who shares his entire timetable with I told me that we did not have any lessons left today.
I promptly began to smoke as much as humanly possible, thinking to myself: "I don't even need to go back, this is fucking great bro" and it proceeded to hit me MUCH harder than expected because I hadn't smoked in MONTHS, and while this was happening my friend told me "Oh shit we actually do have a lesson my bad" and I fucking broke down in my mind, cuz I genuinley couldn't go to class in this state.
I stumbled back to campus and hid in the closest lavatories immediately, letting my time there spill into my lesson time, splashing water on my face, hair and eyes to try and look less subhuman and red eyed before entering the class. The professor gave me a sarcastic comment about my timing when I arrived just 3 minutes late to the class, which I ignored
lul , sitting down and not looking up from my notepad.At this point, I was thinking I'd be completely fine as long as I keep my head down. This plan actually worked perfectly for approximately 5 minutes, when the school's vice principal bursts through the door asking to talk with me in his office.
My heart dropped, but I realised I had no way out, so still looking down I followed him out the class, knowing I looked like a drugged up ND retard to anyone who was even slightly socially aware.
Luckily, the VP is a bit of an old bat and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary just yet. He led me across the grounds and to his tiny office in the math area, where we both sat, me breathing way too heavily and slouchmaxing on the wooden stall with no backrest. All I could think of was the fact he needs implants for his horrible nasolabial folds, they were putting me off so badly the entire arguement
Anyway, he talked to me about the usual "grades are gonna get you kicked out" bullshit (never happens) and a bunch of other random shit I won't include because it's a whole other story. I was having to hold an intelligent conversation with this guy while he pulled out dumber and dumber arguements (luckily I was still functional enough to refute his bullshit, but barely).
Sometimes I found myself agreeing to some ridiculous slander against me just to move the conversation on, knowing I wasn't gonna get less high by the time the work day ended, so I focused instead on trying to make a fast lane out of there.
Suddenly, he leaned forward and said "Are you feeling okay? your eyes seem a bit, off?" and I just say "Yeah, I'm fine" and nothing else. The poor guy probably stared me dead in the face for 10 seconds before just moving on. I think he knew deep down but just couldn't be bothered this specific day
I got out around 20 minutes later after an hour of drooling like a SPASTIC (it was not a pretty sight, I'm sure of that myself) on my stool, desperately defending my own ass from getting kicked out from every college in the country. Long story short I went back to my shitty lesson and did the shitty notes then went home and got caught by my parents anyway. The end
REP ME BOYS
