Contary to the straight edge belief, there is a shitload of pot smokers in colleges.  I currently attend the New England School of Communications in Maine, majoring in radio broadcasting.  The number of communication majors who smoke dope is absolutely staggering ;)

So, we all love to smoke pot.  But here we are stuck on a campus, with rules such as no smoking (cigarettes) 50 feet within the building, no kitchen, one bathroom per floor, and many other lovely inconveniences.  Of course that will stop none of us from smoking our dope.....and I begin with my story.  This is horribly long, but it's my first real blog here,and I guarentee nothing else I type up in the future will be such a dreadful wall of text.

I started off the semester quite nicely.  My first night here I took a pleasant walk along the outer campus road and smoked a joint, quite professionally rolled by one of my best friends from my hometown.  Easy trick for j's in public...if you smoke it like a cigarette, people will think it's a cigarette.  Suspicion diminishes. Stoner gets stoned.  Anyway, the very next day I started looking for smoke spots.  In the rear parking lot there is a gargantuan pile of dirt, the reasons for which I still am oblivious of.  If one were to walk behind this humongous dirt pile, one would notice a woodsy area on the other side, and a rather conenient bit of privacy.  This here was my peaceful solo burn spot for the first few weeks of school.  mp3 player, check.  Beverage, check.  Already packed glass pipe with the ganja protected by some cellophane, hidden inside a cotton pouch? Check.  Behind the dirt pile I go.  What a pleasant burn, and a most amusing walk back.

 Of course it wasn't long before I developed friends.  We found other smoking spots, especially among the trails in the surrounding woods.  Now, everyone in the US knows how risky it can be to smoke pot sometimes.  With a college campus?  Think of it like a come-and-go-as-you-please prison with constant security officers and Residential Advisors on duty whose goal is to catch you doing something or anything wrong, for the sake of writing you up. 

First encounter: Me and four friends smoke a full bowlpack in my glass piece, and we figure it's a good idea to do it on TOP of the dirt pile mentioned earlier.  We can see everywhere around us.  after 5-10 minutes, I see a figure in dark clothing walk around our area...and I notice something shiny on his shirt. I inform my friends, and after a look around and no sign of him, we continue.  No more than a couple minutes later, he comes up that hill. A young security officer, a junior in the criminal justice department of Husson, the school that NESCom shares a campus with.  He informs us that we are not allowed to be up here, and we bullshit our way through the ordeal (I'm sure it REEKED like pot).

Second encounter: After smoking about a gram in the woods with my friends, I return to my room and throw my pipe (still in its cotton pouch) into the top drawer of my desk.  I have about a half gram of pot left, inside a locked security box, along with some clear papers.  At the time, my roommate was around and I did not want to take the time to deal with my lock box.  I go outside, smoke a cigarette and engage in baked conversation with my classmates and friends.  15 minutes later, I return to my room to grab my mp3 player and rush out...but when I arrive, I see my door wide open...and a campus security officer (we call them campo for short), and the Residence Director in my room.  After having gone through my roommates stuff and then confirming that I am the other roommate, the female campo bitch says to me "Could you please show us the marijuana that you have."  I'm baked, there's campo in my room, and she phrased it like she KNEW I had it.  On top of that...there was a $55 glass pipe two drawers above my weed that I was NOT about to loose.  I calmly opened my drawer, unlocked my box, and gave them my .5-.7g of weed.  They also confiscated my papers and No-Doz (bastards keeping me from saying awake!).  So here it is.  My first time EVER getting caught with pot. I later learn that someone complained that they witnessed marijuana in my room, and I know that it was not my roommate, as he is nuetral to it (he doesnt want to try it, but has no problem with it at all).  As punishment, I am put on a zero tolerance policy and kicked off of campus for two weekends.  Shitty shit :P

Now...first semester's almost over.  Over a foot of snow covers the ground, eliminating the wood trails, and making most burn sessions frigid, cold, and uncomfortable.  Cars are our salvation, and the white snow doesn't help seclude us any.  I have had two more encounters with security since, and both times they were just being pricks and trying to bust us (with one time, we had a car follow us all the way around that dirt pile and all the way back to the dorm hall!  Persistant motherfuckers, ain't they?), but they didn't succeed.

Hm...I hope my first blog was at least somewhat interested and that I did not sound like a drone.  sorry for the length!  Peace, all :)