'Tis the Season

I am now on winter break and let me tell you, I am so excited! Apparently other people were too since my school was buck wild. On the last day before break I went to the restroom (which is something only to do when you REALLY need to) and on the way there I noticed two girls at a locker; one was getting stuff from it and her friend was standing next to her doing body rolls against the lockers. No lie, I let out a small yelp and had to run to the restroom so as not to laugh directly at them. Once safely away from them I laughed uncontrollably. That's not all though, when I was in the stall someone walked in. I don't mind anything until I hear what sounds like a fire hose shooting into the toilet, as I am washing my hands I glance at the floor and realize that the feet are facing the toilet, not the door... seriously? You couldn't walk the extra twenty feet to the mens room? This all happened in approximately a two minute time period.

A few days before my sister met me for lunch. As she was creepily waiting under the doorway for my class to end someone comes running out of the door screaming "I smoke da dro! I smoke da dro!" For those of you who do not know what "dro" is, it is a type of weed.
Speaking of drugs, I do not partake in illegal activities but it is astonishing how much I know about this "franchise". It really is a franchise, there are people who have multiple dealers, dealers with dealers, dealers who have people who work for them who have people who work for them, it's remarkable. I guess it's quite profitable. I was explaining it to my mother and I think she's slightly concerned about my knowledge. I guess I can understand how it may be disconcerting to hear your child talk about the drug business like it's nothing but let's be real, I go to a public high school. I know so much about this I think I could be an undercover cop, and do much better than them, it's like when they're undercover they forget how to be regular people.
These are some of my drug stories:
Last year I was walking to meet some friends for lunch when a man who appeared to be about 30 came up to me and asked if I smoked, when I replied "no" he asked if I wanted to buy from him, when I replied "no" again he told me where he was going to be if I wanted to later on, or if I knew anyone that wanted to.

A few weeks ago I was standing outside of my school with a group of people talking about chocolate covered marshmallows when a kid walks up. He asked us if we had weed on us and when we all said "no" he asked if we knew where he could find some, none of us did. We continued to talk about the marshmallows thinking that he would leave. Well we were wrong; he asked what we were talking about so we told him in the hopes that he would leave us alone. Wrong again, he did not understand the concept of marshmallows so he awkwardly stood there and listened to us, periodically interjecting to ask something. When we were finally fed up and laughing we explained what a marshmallow is. He goes, "Oh, you mean those tiny white candies?" "Correctamundo!" "There's weed in them?!" "... what? No! these are marshmallows!" He was the last person that needed any weed. Goodness gracious!

Those are the only ones I can think of right now and I swear these are not cock and bull stories.