Just got to school and orientation has been underway for 3 days now. Of course the first thing i wanna do is blaze! So i waited till dark and began my the process of rolling a fat ass j;m using my brand new grinder for the first time. After struggling to roll my joint (i used a piece of some sort every time i smoked before this), I set off in search of a good place to smoke which turned out to be a road between a dormitory and a cemetery. There was no traffic on the road because it was late and it seemed a service drive anyway so i lit up my king size j and headed towards a shed on top of a hill. a few moments later my joint was getting ready to burn out and i was about 40 ft from the shed, three brothers walked out from behind it in a cloud of smoke. After a few looks at each other we realized we had a similar hobby. The next morning i got up to take a shower and the shower room reaked of ganja; apparently someone decided to wake and bake. Later that night i hiked back up to that same hill and settled down with a bubbler and approx 2gs of beasters. After about 45 mins of talking the cell phone and looking out for campus police patrols i sparked that shit, cashing it in about 3 hits (impressive cuz i am new at smoking and its a humongous bowl) i dumped out the water and cleaned out the ashes. When I was approaching the door to my building i heard the familiar clicking of a bic lighter. Two floors above my window on the 4th floor i saw someone lightin' up a bowl o weed and blowing the smoke out a fan. By then i was blazed and could'nt stop laughing until i got back to my room. The point of this rambling annecdote is that there are a to of fucking pot heads at my college! The RA's must be tokin too, cuz they don't seem to care! Kudos if read this far i jus have to vent because I am blazed!!!!!!