Entry 3 - 07.12.17 10:01pm ET
I spent the entire second semester as a high school senior completely baked sunrise to sunset and beyond, I kid you not. So as I sit here in my bed naked and zooted beyond belief, singing in an obnoxiously loud voice to a song that I’m low-key ashamed to be listening to right now (ZAYN’s PILLOWTALK), I’ll tell you about my second semester of high school as a clever stoner.
If you don’t want to listen to it, kindly fuck off.
So I haven’t been a full blown stoner until the beginning of the fourth quarter, which is around late March. Before then I was just a casual smoker. By casual I mean like once every few days. I started smoking daily when I knew where I was going to college and was told I only needed to achieve C’s or higher to secure my admission. Classes were getting easier, I knew what I needed to for the upcoming tests, I had like zero homework and was finally comfortable with the people around me. And so I was free to smoke more since I didn’t feel I needed to really pay attention in classes (which I didn’t because at that point teachers were just playing movies and sitting there). So I would light up at the park near my school before school started. Sometimes I would smoke during lunch, but I would most definitely smoke after school, sometimes alone sometimes with friends, and I might sneak in another before bed. Does that sound like a lot? Maybe. Maybe not.
I had a point to make when I started typing this article, now I have no idea where I’m going by telling you this...
Grades. That was my point; despite all this smoking and how high I was during school, I surpassed the low expectations I set for myself to ensure my admission to the school I was accepted into. I graduated with straight A’s (except for one pesky little B from Intro to Fitness - but we can skim over that) even though I was high in at least 4 of my 6 classes every day. How did I do that, you ask? Teach me oh noble queen how to succeed like you.
The secret is this: don’t just sit and play video games or tv while you’re high on nary-jane. Get shit done. Do your work/homework, read an assigned reading, take notes. I found myself really being able to get simple stuff done while high, even found myself a bit more focused on menial tasks that would usually bore the living shit out of me.
It may be hard to believe, and it could just be that I’m insane and making this up to be something that it’s not...But I think that because I started actually getting stuff done on every occasion that I smoked, I created a habit that positively accompanied my daily smoking.
