crazy high school memories (nyc missionary trip)

I am a senior and go to a catholic high school. Well our school organizes a missionary trip to NYC each year. Basically you work in soup kitchens for a couple of hours each day then you get to see NYC... times square, china town, ground zero, ect, ect. The whole group would meet up somewhere at 10:30 then take the subway back to where we were staying. It was a five day trip.

Well, naturally I made sure someone was bringing weed on the trip. My friend, lets call him Matt, was rooming with me. He got an eighth for free from his uncle so he brought that shit on the trip. We were staying at some missionary place with four floors. Each room had two beds. We were on the fourth floor along with most of the guys that went on the trip.

When we picked out room we noticed something. A small section of the roof was accessible via our window! It was a really small section of roof, probably 15 feet by 15 feet, and the only way to get on it was from our window (only our room and the room next to us could access the roof via the window).

So every day after riding the subway back and attending the daily night mass in the chapel area of this missionary home (where we were staying), me and my friend would blaze on top of the roof. We used these bowls that we had just bought in china town on the first day of the trip. So that was really chill and relaxed. On the first day of the trip it was just me and him. The second day another kid joined us. Well the third night rolled around. We thought it was just going to be the usual... a couple of us blazing on the roof. Well we were so wrong.

EVERYONE found out about the roof. Its like our room was a public place now. Everyone was walking through it like nobody's business, jumping through the window to join us on the roof. Out of about 50 kids that went on the trip about 20 ended up on the roof. We passed everything around... a ton of huge cigars, cigarettes, and of course a bowl. Most of the people left after getting really baked to go geek out in the hallways and fuck around. Then these hot girls came up and we got them pretty stoned, which was fun.

Basically I had no doubt in my mind that someone was going to get busted. Imagine 20 high school kids aged 15-18 just yelling and geeking out on this roof and in the hallways and shit. We had a couple scares where some of our friends came to our door while we were on the roof and we thought they were chaperones. Everyone pretty much had left except for this one asian kid who decided he would rather sleep on our floor then go back to his roof for whatever reason.

Well inevitably the director of the whole trip barged into our room. I was already laying in bed so I just threw on the covers right when the door opened and pretended I was asleep. He demanded to smell the asian kid's breath. The asian kid said he was not smoking but he reeked of straight up pot. He also smelled my room mate Matt's breath (the kid that brought the pot) but he had just brushed his teeth so he got away. The trip director started yelling "Who is this?" obviously talking about me pretending to sleep. He started shaking me and I just layed there. Probably looked suspicious as hell especially with how hard he was shaking me, but I didn't care, I was absolutely retarded from hitting the bowl.

So he took the asian kid out in the hall and closed our door. EVERYONE on our floor heard him yelling. He said fuck probably 25 times in a minute. He also punched the kid a couple of times and choked him a little. Worst part is... this director is actually a priest. I guess everyone losses their cool once in a while, lol. Anyways the kid covered for everyone, saying I had been sleeping for hours and he was the only one that was up on the roof. The director never asked what he had been smoking. We were smoking cigarettes too, so it might have covered up the pot smell a little bit.

But anyway he was the only person that even got busted out of 20+ kids. He didn't really even get into trouble, just got the shit kicked out of him by a priest (who happened to be the director of the trip).

Needless to say we didn't smoke on the fourth or fifth days of the trip. We also got paranoid after that whole incident with the director in our room that we threw our shit off of the roof, including the remaining weed and a $50 glass bowl that I had just bought.

Damn that was long...