The Last Day of High School...

... Could have almost been the worst day of my life. Could have.
 
I went to smoke with my friends, we had two joints rolled up and it was lunch block. "Why not" we thought. The plan that went down in my head is that we take that seven/eight minute walk down to the forest where everyone else toked, sit down on the log, smoke some, talk about which teacher we'd bang -- stupid shit like that, then take another two minute walk to Subways for some food. That's what we always did, anyways.
 
Instead, my stupid friends decided it would be okay to smoke behind this shed around the trailers (the school had some extra classes in trailers) smack dab in the middle of the teacher parking lot. I was against it at first, but then I said fuck it. Last day of school, who cares. We smoke both joints, and we're pretty high.
 
We start to get paranoid, so we get our friend Jack to check around the corners for any teachers. He peaks out of the right side. All clear. He walks over and peaks out the left. A man (we find out later who that man was) calls out "hey!" At that moment, my heart fucking sank. I was holding the joint and I was very high. I remember spending at least six seconds pondering on if I should drop the weed, or save it for later... usually sober people make that decision in two or three seconds, hell, even one second. I ended up putting it out with my finger, shoving it down my underwear (gross, I know) after my friends whisper-yelled at me to hurry up.
 
We booked it to the big modular trailer in the center of the lot. We managed to evade the fat police officer, but as soon as we entered the bathroom, there was an administrator sweeping the bathroom floor. There were three of us and I don't know how I can stress this any further, but we were high as hell and didn't know what we were doing. Normal people would have left the bathroom, but each of us got in a stall and I think we were all waiting for him to leave (to use the mirror to check our eyes?). A question I constantly ask myself is "He was cleaning the fucking bathroom, how long did you expect to stay in there?"
 
A couple twenty seconds pass and the administrator straight up says "My God, it smells like marijuana in here... As soon as you walked in, it started smelling like marijuana!" Now, I'm the type of Asian who dresses moderately nice -- nice enough to not be looked at as a stoner. Unfortunately, that didn't help me when I walked in with two other black kids who had eyes as red as a Doritos bag. Anyways, my friends slowly came out of their stalls. The administrator told us to hold on, reached for his walkie-talkie and called the fat police officer. The officer had replied with "Thanks. I was looking for them."
 
I didn't even care, I ran and left my friends there. I still feel kind of bad about it to this day -- I haven't talked to them since. I don't know what happened to them, but I wasn't about to risk my graduation for something as stupid as getting caught for smoking pot. I remember thinking as I was running, with my high self, "I'm Asian, they'll never be able to recognize me again anyways..."   . It would have been my first time getting caught.
 
Moral of the story, if you're gonna get high on school grounds, don't be lazy about it. Go somewhere safe and comfortable, and pick the right group of friends to do it with.
 
 

 

 
I didn't see them at graduation. I think they got busted or something, I should have been the one to look for them or at least go down with them. I fucked up on that account.

 

 
What do you mean?
 
The cop was on the walkie talkie, and the school is far too big for any staff members to learn every student's face.