Alive-And-Dreaming

So it's my birthday, I just got done with a four hour ordeal that involved getting yelled at by the cops, getting yelled at by my dean of students, getting yelled at by my dad and getting cried at by my mom. woo hoo.

It was lunch time (off-campus) and I thought I should celebrate with some close homies and some green. so we walk at least 7 blocks away from school, but lo-and-behold, as soon as I bust open the bag, Mr. Sinclaire (my dean) and Mr. Anderson (some other jank dean) come over. Now, stupidly, I look around and then snap up. So they come over and Mr. Anderson asks me to pick up whats on the ground. Turns out, there was a cigarette chillum on the ground that wasn't even ours (I was loading some glass) and they ask whos it is. We say: Honestly, it's not ours, because Honestly it wasn't ours. They make us walk back to school, and along the way one of my homies "slips" in the snow and ditches some tab and the (glass) pipe, but I could do no such thing.

We get to the school, and they ask me if I had been smoking. I said no, which was technically the truth. They search me, find some grass, and Mr. Anderson goes off about how he has a daughter who is only eleven years old and how I have no excuse for exposing her to this. We all play it off respectfully, making sure we say "Sir" and whatnot. After they find nothing on either of them, they call in the Campus PO.

He comes in and asks me what I did. I said they caught me with weed. and then Mr. Anderson says: "Yeah, and he had a pipe, too. He was hiding it under his shoe." Which is bullshit. It was at least 4 feet away from me half buried in some snow. So then the cop starts going off on me, saying where did I get it from (I lied, of course) and he writes me a ticket for poss. and paraphernalia. We call my dad, he comes in, yells alot, my mom comes in cries alot, and now i'm 17 sitting in my basement, typing because I am completely fucked. I have court on new years eve, and I'll go into diversion which means peeing in a cup for the next 5-8 months and having to pay for the privilage. I'm not blaming anyone but myself. I did a crime, and I have to do the time. so I have 26 days of freedom and then nothing.





damn.