I went through this same shit, orange. It wasn't at school (a campsite actually) but I know the feeling. I remember I was SO, SO high when it all happened. Quite possibly the highest I had ever been up to that point. Then, when we were caught, everything just felt terrible. You're high is killed, and you're throw back into reality. I'm just lucky I hadn't been drinking that night too. God...

I recommend you fight the charges in court. Seriously. It takes a lot of time and energy (I had to drive out to the courthouse several times which happened to be an hour away) but it's all worth it in the end. I eventually got all the charges dropped since I had a clean record. Lemme warn you though, the authorities are going to make you feel like shit. The Ranger at the camp was pretty chill, as was the cop, but the judge and woman I had to talk to about the dropped charges were both unbelievably rude. There's nothing you can do though, man. That's just how America's run. It's bullshit. We all know that.

Ever since my incident I've been much more careful. I'm definitely not as laid back as I once was, but sometimes that's just what happens. You just gotta be careful, and try not to hang out with dumbass people. That was my biggest mistake back then. And hey, don't let this change you as a cannabis smoker. It's your god-given right as a human being to smoke this glorious herb; don't let a run-in with the law skew your beliefs. Marijuana should not be illegal. You know it, I know it, everyone who smokes it, knows it. It's plain and simple.

I waited it out for a while, but I've been smoking ever since. Toke on.