Well, I used to be a beginner smoker. I started to smoke weed, I did at school, friend’s house, and many other places. At my high-school we would have a little trail where no one is allowed. Basically, some friends and I were smoking a joint, and out of the blue one of our P.E teacher comes in and says, “Hey, what are you kids doing!” A friend and I blazed down the hill, while 1 person was left behind. So, 2 days later, the assistant principal sends a call-slip for me. I was searched and violated by the campus security. After long and boring discussions, our manipulative assistant principal said, “We have no proof, go back to class!” I thought to myself.. YES MAN!
The thing is, they were going to call my parents, I told my mom that they accused me of smoking weed, and she went down, and ALWAYS TRIES TO DEFEND ME. THERE’S NOT A TIME WHERE SHE COULD LEAVE THE F*CKING SITUATION. She said in her little Arabian accent to the assistant principal, “Why you accuse my son!”. They would continue arguing, until my mom wanted to do a drug test. I was f*cking totally devastated,
I knew I was going to pass it, and in the end, I did.