Here are some words from a good friend that I think we can all learn from:
A) smelled pot, and...
B) the pot was making her eyes water (f'in bullshit)
The RA called the police, and sometime around 9:30, I saw a cop knocking on my door. I freaked. I ran into the bathroom, took a bong, and hid it under my suitemate's bed, because it was his. By that time, the cop had been knocking on the door for about 30 seconds. I thought "fuck it," and opened the door. He came in, and asked if I had been smoking marijuana in my room. I told him that I had not, and he said that because there were reports of a smell, that he could search my room. I said that that was fine - (I didn't have anything - or so I thought - in my room.) I opened the door to my bathroom, and one of my dumbass friends had left a blowtube on the counter. The cop immediately saw it, and told me to just tell the truth. He knew exactly what it was. He asked again if I had smoked. I said I had, but it was much earlier in the day. He then asked me if my suitemates were smoking, too. I told him that they had in the past, but that on that particular night, I was the only person doing the smoking. He told me that because the rooms were adjoined that he had the right to search them - which he did, because we are on campus property. He asked me if I had any paraphenalia, and I told him that I had a bong in our bathroom cabinet. He then asked if my suitemates had any weed or paraphenalia. I told him that I didn't know. He asked if I had any weed, and I said that I didn't. He went next door, and I'm not allowed to say what extra happened to one of my suitemates. There's a whole lot more to the story, and frankly, I'm too damned lazy to type it. If you know who I am, then you can ask me yourself.
I'm going to possibly get a major strike on my record, meaning that my parents will probably be notified of all this shit. I won't really be in trouble, because we get 3 strikes for all 4 years of college. But because that little whiny bitch above us ratted, we are all screwed. And now I have one less strike to fuck up on.
People, there is a level of indifference in which we ALL must practice. Nobody likes a FUCKING TATTLE-TALE. In all honesty, who were we harming? Were we murdering someone as we passed the bong? Were we somehow making that girl's life miserable to the point that she simply couldn't just come down and ask us about it? If that girl had just come downstairs, and asked us if we could keep it cool for a while, we would not only have gladly complied, but we would also be very grateful for her telling us that it smelled. Instead, now my friend faces BIG charges because of a completely unrealted incident, and my other suitemate is in the same boat that I am in.
Why is it that marijuana smokers are the only ones that can be at peace with everything else? I will never see the day when a pothead screams at someone who does not smoke. There is so much goddamned prejudice and hate out there already - why add another group to the list? You people that judge me are the exact people who should be smoking the most. Weed makes you at peace with things, and you are the ones causing all of this disharmony. If I am ignorant for smoking pot, then you are ignorant for judging me, having never tried it for yourself. I do not tell you how you can live your life - How dare you tell me how to live mine.
It's like declaring a winner if you weren't there for the fight, folks. You don't know. And you are wrong in this issue between us. I have control over my life, and I can do what I want to my body - damn what my government says, and what I have heard coming from authority for my entire existance. In the end, I will choose my own direction, and ride the wave that it takes me on. If you don't want to ride the tide, then stay out of the ocean, man. And don't you dare to try and trip me up as I am running out to the blue water with my board.
-peace-
