Brenda giggled madly with the “drag” plans for the teachers. Maybe now, class’ll be more fun, she thought…
She headed for fourth period French, and found Ms. Rockley slumped back in her chair, half-sprawled against the chalkboard tray. She took a long drag of the joint in her hand as the class filed in.
She lazily leaned forward, trying to focus on the students. “Oh…hey, class…didn’t expect to see you here!” She burst into a minute’s worth of laughter. “Today…” she took another drag, “’cause I can’t come up with anything else…we’ll be working on conjugating…hee hee…conjugating…hee ha ha ha…”
By the time the class ended, Ms. Rockley had finally stopped laughing enough to dismiss the students. The ones who sat in the front were half high off the secondhand smoke.
Chemistry was especially fun. A suddenly hippie-fied (and very stoned) Mr. Barrett showed them how to build a better bong in lab, and gave a lecture…giggling all the while…about why the U.S. Government should legalize pot. It was an especially fun class, considering every student had to test out their bongs to pass the lab. He finally ended the fifth-period class in the middle of sixth period, and told the class to just skip it and go on to their final classes “if they felt like it.”
Brenda continued to giggle at the thought of a school full of pothead teachers, and wondered what else she could do to them…
Fri May 17 08:56:16 2002