so i was in art today..

I used to smoke the ganj and go up to the mountains to pick mushrooms with my philosophy teacher in HS.

All of my teachers loved me to death. I'm still in contact with most of my teachers from 11th and 12th grade.

I did get in constant trouble because I had long hair and walked around barefoot. More detentions than I can count. (Went to a rich kid private American school in Honduras).

 

I wish I could have picked mushrooms with one of my teachers. I did have one teacher though, that I sure would have taked up with me, was my 12th grade Government/Economics teacher, Mr. Willmann, and he was so radical, that it was awesome. He taught the class how to make a bong. Not clearly knowing that half of us knew how to rig up paraphenelia. Lol.