My sophomore science teacher was the coolest teacher I ever had. From about the 5th week of school till the end of the year, we were pretty cool. I would usually just hang out with him during class and he would give me hard answers and shit. Then one day I walked into his class completely blitzed (back when it was easy to smoke) and he gave me a weird look, and I was like "shit what if he dont like weed?" Next thing I know he walked up to my desk and asked me (with a little grin) if I smoked weed. I said yeah (with a bigger grin )and he started talking to me about his younger days. Turns out he was a bigger pothead than me.

After that, once in a while I would chill with him after school and just hang out. He lived with someone who smoked occasionally so sometimes he would give me a little bit of weed:jointsmile:

Good times