My time to shine. When I was in 8th grade I took 32 coriceden, stayed up all night watching the og star wars trilogy and by the time morning came, I was just ready to be out of my room. So like a good student, I went to school. The first teacher who saw me confronted me to see if I was on drugs. I kinda just brushed him off and went about my business. First class was music where we were learning guitar. I already played and the teacher was young and cool. She let me do my own thing so I just chilled and strummed. Second class had a sub so he just put on a movie and I fell asleep. Woke up to the assistant principal shaking me. Took me down to the office and had my backpack from my locker on her desk. Now the night before I had the genius idea to put the two empty boxes in my backpack to ditch later. So she opens my backpack, takes out the boxes and asks how much I took. I kept denying it and saying I didn't take any, and that they weren't mine. Went back and forth until the paramedics showed up. Got put on a stretcher and wheeled out the front door. I guess it was in between periods so the hall was pretty busy and I got to get pushed through all these horrified middle schoolers and teachers all shaking their heads. Enough time had passed that they didn't have to pump my stomach. Ended up getting a week of out of school suspension and a week of in school suspension.