College trip...
Somehow all my school trips were sedate affairs, and we never really got into any trouble. About the height of excitement was a pidgeon with a broken wing at Chepstow Castle.

I digress...

By the time I'd reached 6th form college, I was a regular dope fiend. Total space cadet. So finding many good crops of mushrooms locally was a boon, and sod paying for weed. As all my money was spent on booze and transport to the nearest town with nightlife, I used to take a packed lunch. After eating, the lunchbox would be filled with mushrooms for later consumption in the comfort of my own home.

Eventually, I couldn't resist, and snaffled a good handful before afternoon lectures. They kicked in midway through french, and I ended up sat staring at the patterned carpet which had become a rolling sea. Out of nerves, I sat gripping my chair tightly in case it was going to capsize. Somehow I managed to get through the entire lesson, and even spoke pretty good french when spoken to. I was absolutely convinced I was going to be sussed out, but I wasn't.

That was my notable college trip. I stuck to only doing 'shrooms at home from then on.

It may be short, but you love it.
(Neddy Nedson is nice really, Tue 12 Dec 2006, 1:04, Reply)