Even though I grew up in a small Midwestern town, I decided to go to the West Coast for college.
I was accepted to several colleges and I had my pick.
The thought of going to school on the west coast sounded like a fun and interesting plan. My parents didn’t accompany me to the first day of school, because I had to take a flight to the destination. I didn’t know anyone when I arrived and I was a little scared in the beginning. Luckily, my college roommate was a great guy. His name was Jack and we became great friends immediately. Jack was going to college to obtain a degree in business, but he never took School seriously. His parents had a lot of money and he was going to join the family business whether he finished his college degree or not. Jack smoked marijuana while he was in college and he was the first person to introduce me to weed. We had a party in our dorm room a couple of weeks after school started and Jack had a bag of marijuana from the recreational dispensary. I never used recreational marijuana in the past, but I wasn’t going to say no to my new friend. I took a couple of hits from a joint. I didn’t prefer the taste of marijuana, but I felt the hallucinogenic effects 5 or 10 minutes after I took a hit. My hands and fingers started to feel tingly and I started to giggle and laugh for absolutely no reason at all.