Drugs in College: Do Giant Hands Scare You?
November 11, 2009 | Nathaniel
Gonna get a little serious here for a minute. Gonna talk about some vices. Drugs and alcohol. Now, now. Don’t go running away in fear. It happens. You’ll be confronted with it and when you are you JUST SAY NO. Oh, sorry this isn’t the 1980’s. However, it is probably something that needs to be discussed since you’ll likely come across it now or even before college.
This is not an after-school program. Merely a study of one person’s journey to the land of illicit materials. We’ll call him Voltaire, in honor of his favorite philosopher. Insert your own joke here. You should all be aware of the physical and judicial consequences before taking that puff or last shot before you drive. When did he first try drugs you ask? Let’s ask him.
When did you first try drugs?
“The only illicit drug that I have ever tried was weed. And that was back in sophomore year, I think. At a friend’s pad.”
Curiosity was the main motivation. Voltaire is a steady smoker of marijuana these days. “Almost every weekend.” However, he doesn’t let it interfere with his studies. He will only inhale on weekends for recreational purposes. As long as it’s not to jack him up and make him do something super violent or heinous. Voltaire needs to, “think clearly for tests.”
When did you first start consuming alcohol recreationally?
“Sometime in high school. Don’t really do it anymore. Unless the occasion calls for it.”
Ah, yes. Many is the time I’ve absolutely been called by Destiny to drink. I’ve got the dead brain cells to prove it. But why else would one start consuming something that could damage his liver to irreparable degree? “The reason I started drinking was because it was a social thing. Plus, I figured it’s not physiologically addictive.” I’ll let that argument swim in the rum of your collective brains for a minute.
“Not really too many people I knew smoked but the ones that did seemed like they were having the time of their lives. I wanted to join in the euphoria too.”
The euphoria was almost at an end when the weed started to affect Voltaire’s short term memory. Or so he thought. Turns out reading sentences was a challenge when by the end of one he couldn’t remember the beginning. He has since attributed that to the lack of reading during off time from school. His mind is stimulated by various words and phrases during summer and winter break these days. A justification that has convinced him not to quit.
“I’m not quitting soon unless it starts to effect my life negatively.”
Does it affect any relationships?
“Not currently.”
What advice would you give to someone who wants to try drugs or alcohol?
“Think for yourself. Come up with reasons for and against weed. For: it gets you high, reduces glaucoma…”
You have glaucoma?
“No.”
He goes on to list some cons that he felt were important including: possible addiction, the potential to ruin your life through overindulgence, inhaling could be bad, giant hands. For him, that’s where the list ends. I’m sure we could come up with a dozen more cons that are far more disturbing. The key here is do some serious research. Get informed before you make a decision that could impact the rest of your life.
This has been a study of one man’s dabbles in mind/body altering substances. His justifications are his alone and who knows what the real effects are on his life? We do know that self-destructive behavior is often masked by our own justifications. We also know that stories of drug and alcohol use causing health conditions, violence, etc. are abundant.
So when making a lifestyle decision of this magnitude…
STUDY HARD!


…but what about after college? I didn’t partake more than a handful of times during college, but now (almost 3 years out of school) I smoke pot on a regular basis. I know, it’s weird. I feel like I’m no longer having to study/use my brain (or degree for that matter), so why not?
Not quitting until it effects life negatively. But has it effected life positively? Justifying something simply because it doesn’t seem too negative doesn’t strike me as a great justification.