Bong Hits and Interviews

I'm part of a peer counseling service at my school that runs four sessions with freshmen during which we teach them how to do what we all know they're going to do, but safely. It's a pretty good program. We're currently in the process of conducting interviews with people who are applying to be teachers in the program, and, unfortunately, we had to learn the hard way why it's a bad idea to conduct interviews on 4/20. My roommate and I smoked several bowls before heading down to the interviews. When we got there it quickly became apparent that we were not the only interviewers who were baked out of our fucking skulls. Out of a room of about 10 interviewers, I'm pretty sure three were not high as balls. By far the highest was a girl who we'll call Kate. Kate could not look anyone in the eye without bursting out laughing. So we would conduct our interviews as follows: someone sober would ask the first few questions, and then, one by one, we stoners would pull ourselves together long enough to ask a simple one sentence question without dissolving into an incoherent flow of giggles and partial words. Finally, we made it through the first half of our interviews, and were awarded by a half-hour break. So what do a bunch of high kids do with a half hour? Thats right, we went upstairs and took bong hits.

We came back downstairs about 20 minutes later, our eyes about the color of a fine pinot noire, and our mouths all slightly open. This was not our finest hour. The interviews started back up, and it was a shit show. This is what would happen. The interviewee would be talking about how they would approach sexual misconduct coming up in a meeting, and my roommate would start to breathe really loudly and then choke back a laugh of some sort. I would then bury my face in a cup of pepsi to avoid laughing, and inevitably make a funny slurping sound, and Kate would lose her shit, laughing in the face of the poor freshman interviewee. It was a disaster. After about 45 minutes of this, Kate finally had to excuse herself, informing us that this had been her eighth time smoking in the past 6 hours. We finally finished out the interviews, and on the way home I ordered a Papa Johns Wolverine Extreme Extra Large Pizza. It was fucking amazing.