My psychology teacher is this really laid back guy, you know; doesn't really care if you don't do your work, doesn't shout etc
Kinda keeps to himself sorta thing

So after school today I was walking home through this small park and it started to piss down, so I took cover under a tree.
It didn't look like it was gonna stop anytime soon so I went to get a fag, and found a spliff in the packet. Lit it up, smoking away, watching the rain. It was pretty nice.

I had my raincoat hood up so I didn't see a guy in a suit approaching till he walked right past me, I didn't take much notice till he turned around. Shit, I thought, it's a fucking fed. Not quite, it was my psychology teacher. I just stood there staring, I didn't know what to say. He came over and just said hello and stuff. Then he must've noticed the smell.

"what you smoking?"
"oh, just a fag"
"sure it is..."
"errr, yep" (finding it really awkward at this point)

There was a few seconds pause where neither of us said anything. Then he goes: "well, you gonna give me a toke or not?"

I pass the joint. He tokes on it. I couldn't believe my eyes.
We stood there in silence passing it to each other.
After about 6 tokes he says "alright, see ya tomorrow"
"err...right ok...bye"

I smoked the rest of it in utter bewilderment
ZenDennehy Reviewed by ZenDennehy on . Just smoked a spliff with my teacher My psychology teacher is this really laid back guy, you know; doesn't really care if you don't do your work, doesn't shout etc Kinda keeps to himself sorta thing So after school today I was walking home through this small park and it started to piss down, so I took cover under a tree. It didn't look like it was gonna stop anytime soon so I went to get a fag, and found a spliff in the packet. Lit it up, smoking away, watching the rain. It was pretty nice. I had my raincoat hood up so I Rating: 5