I was in high school when I began smoking. I had this reputation as a "Mary" at my school. At my school at least that meant someone who is so pure they are almost like the virgin Mary. It really annoyed me having people label me like that. I don't know why, it just really rubbed me the wrong way. My friend was a year behind me but had a reputation of being a complete bad girl. She drank, smoked, screwed, and got suspended at least once a month. I told her how I felt and she told me not to worry about it because I was who I was and other people's opinions didn't matter. I knew what she meant, but it didn't really stop the feeling. So one day I saw her in the hall and asked her if she could get me some weed to try. I gave her my money, and before the day was out she slipped up beside me at my locker and handed me what at first I thought was an empty cigarette pack until I felt a light rattle. I opened it and saw what looked like two fat, downright weird looking cigarettes inside. For a moment I was confused but then it dawned on me what they were. Joints. I stuffed the pack in my jacket pocket in a hurry after that, and thanked her for her help. She just smiled and winked at me before heading back down the hall. Just having them on me gave me a weird fluttery feeling. Partly paranoia at the thought of getting caught, but most of all excitement. I was doing something considered "bad" and was impatient to get home and try it. It seemed like it took my parents forever to go to bed that night. I lit some incense and read until I was sure they were asleep, and then I opened my window and lit the biggest of the two joints. The smoke was harsh on my throat and I had to cough into a pillow and hope that my parents wouldn't hear it and wake up. I managed to smoke it until it was almost all gone, but was disappointed because I wasn't feeling anything. I felt really foolish for wasting my money, and decided to take a bath. As I was running the water it hit me and I had to sit down on the toilet for a moment to steady myself. The feeling was amazing, almost euphoric and I absolutely loved it. Everything felt amplified somehow. I took my bath all the while really pleasantly buzzed. When I was done with that I went downstairs, ate some ice cream, then went back to my room and smoked the second joint. I was still coughing like mad, but it was easier to handle than the first, probably because my throat was still chilled from the ice cream. I turned off my lights and lay down and stared out the window at the stars, completely stoned off my ass, until I finally passed out. All in all, I think my first experience with weed was a good one. Really positive. I definitely don't regret it, and will more than likely be a life long toker.