This semester I spent the better part of a class sniffing students. Yeah, that’s weird,
but I was on a mission. The room smelled when I walked in, and the aroma grew
stronger after I closed the door. That meant the “O” was still with the “B.” (Please
binge watch Seinfeld if you’re lost.)
I walked up and down aisles pretending to make friendly chit chat, but I was really
just smelling people. I narrowed it down to the first two rows, but I couldn’t figure
out who the offender might be. I considered telling a joke so stupid, you’d have to be
high to laugh, but it’s kind of hard to seamlessly weave a knock-knock joke into a
Knock Knock. Who’s there? Mary. Mary who?
Then I started to wonder why a student would come to a 9:30 am class high. Am I
that bad, you can’t take me sober? Or maybe, I’m just not a buzz kill. Either way, I
think we can agree the taboo has been broken, and I blame it all on Colorado.
Here’s the issue. As a society, we’ve trained ourselves to drink alcohol after 5 p.m.
Happy hour was invented to keep us from sneaking a sip in the morning. If you can
just hold out until 5, you can get plastered – no questions asked.
One of the problems with legalized pot is that we haven’t established social norms for this drug.
Not only are students smoking before class, they think it’s okay – even outside of Colorado.
Maybe I should be teaching geography?
I’m not advocating for a marijuana happy hour, but you see where this is going. In all
the years I’ve been teaching, I’ve never had a student walk in with a lampshade on
their head, and I’ve never wondered what was in that water bottle.
So yeah, this pot thing is bugging me. I’d love to hear your opinion. (And how about the photo? Are you laughing yet?)