“But everybody knows that smokin’ ain’t allowed in school.” – Brownsville Station
Going to college, for most budding young minds, is all about finding your place in the world and getting the education necessary to become a viable part of civil society, one that vastly surpasses the scholastic ranks of your idiot predecessors. Accomplishing this goal, however, takes conviction, a tremendous amount of focus and, depending on the student’s extracurricular interests and disposition towards inebriating substances, enough mind-ripping marijuana to choke an inbred Russian racehorse with a vicious case of mange.
Seriously, they don’t call them institutions of higher learning for nothing. College is where most people go to have their first experiences with weed – all of it — the good, bad and the unexplainable. These are the life-changing moments that can help shape their bright-eyed perspectives of this wild, wild world and hopefully assist in spitting out semi-intelligent, well-rounded individuals.
But that all depends on how these novices-of-the-numb take