Down the rabbit hole
By Jessica Strand - Stranded Thoughts
In case you've been living under a rock, it was legalized for recreational use in Washington state on Nov. 6, 2012.
Over winter break I had a bad gallbladder attack and since then I've been careful about what I eat and drink. No meat, no greasy foods, and no alcohol.
Well, during last quarter I was feeling the need to relax and kick my feet up. Without the option of sipping on a cold beverage to guide me in my escape from reality, I thought, "Why not hang out with my old acquaintance from my teen years, Mary Jane?"
Sure, sounds fun.
I hadn't used marijuana since before it was legalized, so I took my very first trip to a pot shop.
The girl at the counter was friendly and helpful when I asked about the products they offered. She told me all about the edibles they offered — which is what I was leaning toward — and how much she advised taking.
The shop offered drinks and cookies and spreads — I settled on the gingersnap cookies.
In hindsight, I probably should have been more specific when I asked how much I should consume. It would have been wise to let her know I hadn't used marijuana in years.
As I walked to my car — edibles in hand — a police car sat across the street from my car. Feeling like I had just done a drug deal, a wave of fear washed over me.
"Break, clutch, gas, don't kill the car," I told myself.
I got home fine with my gingersnaps, and ate the two cookies the cashier suggested.
As I waited for the edibles to kick in, I surfed the web.
OK, here it comes, there's that feeling I remember from my teen years. "This is OK," I thought to myself.
With each minute that ticked by — as my body digested the edible, and the THC seeped into my bloodstream — a sense of urgency grew.
For some reason — even though I had finished homework for that day — I suddenly felt like I was wasting time.
I had to do something. I couldn't waste that whole evening.
Spanish. Yep, I'd study Spanish. That would make me feel productive.
I started and finished one assignment with no problems. But as I started on the second assignment the words on the screen suddenly morphed into hieroglyphs.
Fui, encontrar, leer — even the easy words that were so familiar were suddenly unrecognizable.
OK, no sweat, Spanish is obviously not the best subject to attempt while high on weed. So, maybe doing some reading for my political science class might be better.
Turns out I no longer understood the English language.
Written or spoken.
It was once so funny that everything didn't seem to make sense, my friends and I would laugh and laugh at the absurdity of everything.
Turns out when you become more responsible, things not making sense doesn't seem quite as fun.
Don't get me wrong, I'm all for marijuana being legal, but maybe college and marijuana don't mix well.
So today I might be kicking back and munching on a couple cookies as I relax at home, but those cookies probably won't have a pungent scent that makes you see the color green.