The first time i got high in school was one the highest times i've had, i was soo fucked up, me and 3 other mates went up to the music block and smoked about 2grams in a spliff, after the walk back to the field to chill with mates i was extremely fucked up.. Whenever i looked at someone standing less than 6 feet away they would look all blurry and wavy and shit, so i had to look at stuff far away, there was a girl i liked talking to me and she was standing about 2 feet away, and i said "not to be rude, but i can't look at you, you look all wavy and it's hurting my eyes and freaking me out" so she said, "fine" and walked off (against weed the stupid girl, i hate her now as she fucks around with people and is a major bitch).
I was chilling with my friends and at the end of lunch (half an hour after we smoked) i had the munchies so bad, so i bought £3 worth of chocolate (dairy milks, mars', twix's etc.) and munched all the way through science while in my own world still, it was great even though the teacher knew i was high. She was cool about it and didn't ask me any questions as she knew i wasn't paying attention (i didn't need to, as i knew all the stuff already and am clever lol) and her sister is a smoker, because she told us a story about a time she went to some asian country and her sister asked her to get some wraps or something and said "oh, they're for my friend" even though the teacher knew they were for her.
So all in all, a great day at school and enjoyable lessons

(Oh our science teacher used to work in a mortuary when she was younger and was telling us about all the strange things she saw, like bodies sitting up from gas expulsion, but that's a story for another time lol)