Ye Old Stoner Stories

I just realised I have a lot of ‘Stoner Stories’... I don’t even smoke weed anymore... I use to, so I guess the stories I have are old. Once (up north) I walked through the school gates with a lit joint in my hand. I was always testing the boundaries in the later days of attending Murwillumbah High School. There came a point where there was no need to collect a uniform pass anymore. The teachers came to realise they should just me be and they did. There were a few of us around the traps and it all work well, for all of us, including the teachers. I remember walking into one teachers office when having to sign-off, soon to be attending another school, an all girls catholic school in Sydney no less. The teacher said to me; ‘Leah, you are going to have to start wearing a school uniform’. I said; yeah, I guess I will. If I thought that would be the worst of my problems when entering a new high school I was sorely mistaken.