4:20ish

So initially, I was dreading speaking in classes today. Any day that gives students a reason to be excited is always an awful day to speak. But first hour I was pleasantly surprised. I had the experienced pot heads in class evidently. They were extremely mellow, friendly and really interested in everything I had to say, especially when I showed them photos of fruit carvings which really "blew their mind." I have broken the smokers into three categories: The first I mentioned are the regular dopers- although today is a special holiday for them it's not exactly anything out of the ordinary, coming to class high is something they do on a regular basis. So they know how to deal with it, they also happen to be incredibly intrigued with every food slide I show and want to know more. The second group is much worse: it's the "I don't smoke pot that often so I want to make sure everyone knows I am high today," group. These are the students who confuse getting high with getting drunk. I had to bite my tongue second hour with a couple of stoners who were so obnoxious I wanted to smack them with my knife. These were the type who attempted to act like every pot smoker from movies they had ever seen, whether it was just staring at a pencil for minutes, or making hand puppets by sticking their damn hand in front of my projector light or just saying stupid shit like, " ohhh man are you like gona work with a knife? Like a real knife?" I also heard, "dude, you're like wearing Chuck Taylors. I didn't know teachers wore Chuck Taylor's that's sweet man." Alright ya little douche bag Chucks are not only way before your and my time, they're from the typical teacher's age- an age in which 4:20 was not even thought of because the people from the 70's smoked pot at all times of the day, they could have cared less about waiting til after school. The third group might be worse than the second- it's the girl pot heads. The giggle boxes- no pun intended hehe. The girls took cue from both the first and second group. They tried to be mellow, and also stare and shit, and always ended up laughing hysterically. And they might have officially ruined one of my fav songs right now, everything they said ended with "I can make your bed rock,hahahahaha, like bed that rocks, hahahahahahha, but like Flinstones, omg." And one of the most annoying things was they acted like I had no idea what 4:20 was, as if their age group invented it. Pshh. Not that I care, I have really always despised 4/20 on account of going to high school with a bunch of assbags from group number 2. I have one more class to speak in, and it's going to be a class coming straight from lunch. Ugh.