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I wonder if they can drug test me just because of this...
crazy Utah.
800 Jackson Ave.
Ogden, UT 84404
September 9, 2008
Dear Mr. Simon,
Your presentation yesterday, September 8, was interesting to say in the least. As a person who relishes in educating myself with things I feel are important to the community, I was, initially, appalled that someone who claims the authoritative position you do could believe the lies that you fed to our classroom. I’m well of aware of the benefits of the plant Cannabis Sativa and it’s derivatives, and I am an active advocate of it’s decriminalization. If you were really as informed as you claimed to be, I’m sure you would had to of told our class the truth instead of resorting to your outdated scare tactics. I chose not to say anything during your presentation because, though I pride myself in being an outspoken person, and though I honestly had no respect for you or your campaign against the rights of humanity, I decided to allow you to finish without my interruptions. I did this because I believe everyone has the right to voice what they believe, though I think you were wavering on the fine line that divides that from shoving your personal morals down the throats of youth. However, if I had been asked, you can be sure I would have immediately defended the benefits and disproved the lies associated with Cannabis Sativa.
Sincerely,
Alayna ------
(last name =/= on the internet kthx)
So I baked this morning before school (first time I've smoked in a couple of months, I just found a dealer) and was doing pretty dandy until I saw Mr. Drug Prevention Simon guy walking around the school with my letter in his hand.
He ended up interrogating the wrong "Alayna" within 20 feet of me, though, so I managed to turn around and walk away. I would have gladly thrown his ass down in an argument had I been sober, but the fact that I was hella blazed and that I was on promethazine for menstrual nausea (tmi much ahaha) made for a not-so-happy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I got paranoid enough that I eventually called it quits and went home. It was a field day anyway, hence why I even bothered to bake at all.
Point is: Ahaha he came to try and reform me.
It makes me laugh. I'm going to be a paranoid freak for the rest of the week, but it's still hella funny.
crazy Utah.
800 Jackson Ave.
Ogden, UT 84404
September 9, 2008
Dear Mr. Simon,
Your presentation yesterday, September 8, was interesting to say in the least. As a person who relishes in educating myself with things I feel are important to the community, I was, initially, appalled that someone who claims the authoritative position you do could believe the lies that you fed to our classroom. I’m well of aware of the benefits of the plant Cannabis Sativa and it’s derivatives, and I am an active advocate of it’s decriminalization. If you were really as informed as you claimed to be, I’m sure you would had to of told our class the truth instead of resorting to your outdated scare tactics. I chose not to say anything during your presentation because, though I pride myself in being an outspoken person, and though I honestly had no respect for you or your campaign against the rights of humanity, I decided to allow you to finish without my interruptions. I did this because I believe everyone has the right to voice what they believe, though I think you were wavering on the fine line that divides that from shoving your personal morals down the throats of youth. However, if I had been asked, you can be sure I would have immediately defended the benefits and disproved the lies associated with Cannabis Sativa.
Sincerely,
Alayna ------
(last name =/= on the internet kthx)
So I baked this morning before school (first time I've smoked in a couple of months, I just found a dealer) and was doing pretty dandy until I saw Mr. Drug Prevention Simon guy walking around the school with my letter in his hand.
He ended up interrogating the wrong "Alayna" within 20 feet of me, though, so I managed to turn around and walk away. I would have gladly thrown his ass down in an argument had I been sober, but the fact that I was hella blazed and that I was on promethazine for menstrual nausea (tmi much ahaha) made for a not-so-happy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I got paranoid enough that I eventually called it quits and went home. It was a field day anyway, hence why I even bothered to bake at all.
Point is: Ahaha he came to try and reform me.
It makes me laugh. I'm going to be a paranoid freak for the rest of the week, but it's still hella funny.