When I applied to Reed, one of the people that knew the college asked me exactly how many drugs I used. The others, my classmates and friends, just branded it a hippie school that cost enough money to make my ears bleed. I arrived at Reed fully knowing that there would be drug-lovers and fully excited about it, because Reed was my dream school and I could actually afford it. I’ll admit I was partly surprised to find that there were less drug users than even I had previously imagined.
Sadly enough, my friends don’t believe me. Obviously, I’m just hanging out with the right people.
I have been offered drugs several times already and every time I’ve said “no thanks”, they’ve gone “all right, cool. How’s Humanities?” or something to that effect. (And yes, one of them asked me how my HUM 110 conference is going. I remember complaining vociferously about how boring Thucydides is to a very high young woman.)
If most people mention drugs, they aren’t thinking about a scene like that. In fact, if I had been asked a couple of years ago, I would have imagined a seller conniving a younger person into trying it, or a group of people convincing someone by peer pressure. I’ve never had a positive view of drugs and I doubt I ever will, but it does make me glad to see people who do these drugs are actually smart and responsible. (Well. So far as I’ve seen, and I’ve seen plenty already, thanks.)
Tags: drug culture, observations
November 15th, 2008 at 17:11
Ack, drugs :/ I’ve been offered them once, I said no but it looked like the people I was with were going to say yes, so I made myself scarce
(In my defence, I was headed inside anyway. It was cold. :D)
*is a wimp who a) doesn’t want to take drugs and b) is a goody goody that hates the idea of getting in trouble*