Earlier that morning, a friend came up to me excitedly announcing her purchase. She had gotten a bag of weed. I showed a look of approval, not quite caring or knowing what was ahead. I soon would be part of that deal, but at a much higher price.
After the evening activities, we all piled back into the dorm and started heading to each other's rooms. It was a Friday night, and it was nearly impossible to go to bed before 12:00. As our group of friends all sat there, the idea of getting stoned got thrown into the pot. Being at a Christian school, not very many of us had ever done that before, especially not in the dorm. "There's a first time for everything," one of the girls piped in. We all agreed it would be fun, but knew the consequences if we were to get caught. After contemplating it all, we decided to at least wait until 1:00, when everyone started going to bed.
The time passed quickly as we discussed our plan. We would make a pipe out of an empty pop can, put towels under the door to help stop the smoke from leaking out, and turned on the fan by the window so it would help blow the smoke out. We definitely had it all figured out. The weed was brought out, and placed ever so carefully on the can. We passed it around, and one hit turned into two and two into four. By that time we were all laughing hysterically, obviously needing nothing to laugh at.
After we put the weed away, we sat there laughing, joking, eating and just having fun, thinking we were good to go. Minutes later, a knock came at the door, making each of our heart beats come to a halting stop. As the door opened, the dean appeared like a ghost in the night and we all knew we were busted.
"Where's the cigarettes?" she asked. We all sat there, looking dumbfounded, and wishing it were only cigarettes because the consequences for that were less severe. She stood at the door for a few minutes, staring at us with a look of complete disappointment on her face, before walking out the door, shutting it behind her.
With that, we all broke into a laughter, not knowing the worse was still to come.
Minutes later, the dean returned with her assistant, and announced that she knew it was marijuana, not cigarettes. After questioning the whereabouts of the rest of the weed and not getting the answers they were looking for, she decided to separate us and do a little interrogating for herself.
As I sat in my room, thoughts poured through my head of consequences, lies, my parents, how many people I've let down, but most of all, how I was able to do it knowing it was wrong. How could I do something so stupid, possibly throwing away all it was that I had worked for?
When it was my turn to be questioned, the dean sat down besides me, asking if I was part of the incident. I said I was in there, but hadn't smoked any of it. Tears filled my eyes as I listened to her tell me she believed me because I had always been such an honest, respected, good girl, and she had no reason not to. Making me feel about 100 times worse, I sat in silence knowing I had to tell the truth. Too ashamed to tell her, the person who was supposed to be a second mother figure to me, I figured it would all come out eventually and continued to remain quiet.
The next day, the school called in the cops to help deal with the matter. One by one they called us in the office, having us tell our side of the story and asking many questions of their own. We had previously decided we would tell a different story, and if we all stuck to it, they wouldn't be able to catch us.
After sitting in my room for hours, dreading my turn in the office, they finally called my name. I'm sure the look on my face went from "Um... yeah, I feel like crap" to "Um... oh shit" when I