I bought a dime off a friend in my history class, went across the street and smoked with me buddies. It was my smokin' cherry, but they were all long time stoners. I got so high. I walked into my next class, ten minutes late and reeking of weed. I walked into a window when I was trying to get in, because I thought it was an open door. The teacher was in the middle of a lesson, and the entire class laughed for about five minutes, because I fell on my ass and let out a Louis Anderson-esque groan. I went in, and fell asleep immediately. My eyes were open, as I learned later, and I was somehow balanced so my head wasn't on the desk. The teacher called on me and I burped up some smoke. She just laughed and asked someone else. I never went to that class sober again.