24 – 2 – 09
Another installment of ‘The Mary Jane Chronicles’
Starring: J___, A___ and E___
Although today’s journey wasn’t exactly prolonged it was still packed with memorable happenings.
For the past two weeks the cast of The Mary Jane Chronicles have had to deal with meddling, merciless fascist teachers and staff. Today the trend continued. They take turns patrolling our social and peaceful area, constantly intruding on our conversations and personal time. Hopefully the seminar tomorrow will deliver some compromise and redefine our rights as mature age students.
After the predictable routine of annoyance was yet again bestowed upon us by the teachers/authority figures, J___ A___ and I decided to escape the police state high school and set off on what we thought would be a relaxing trip. But too late did we realize that there’s no such thing as relaxing trips at N___ L___ S____ Campus, only epic journeys.
We three delinquent students once again found ourselves stumbling down the dry, desolate hill that leads to the serene and numinous Park (we’ve since nicknamed this pain in the arse trail “The Lord of the Rings Hill”). We made it to the bottom of The Hill and were once again greeted by the refreshing greenery of the Park, then made our way to our ‘chop spot’ to meet up with our most infamous cast member: Mary Jane.
We chopped up then toked up and eventually rose to our feet to make our way back up “The Lord of the Rings Hill”. This is where our relaxing trip evolved into a memorable journey. As soon as we arrived at the base of The Hill we encountered a large flock of birds, squawking and looking quite irritated, but in our hazy and lazy state of mind we decided to simply walk through them. Mistake. We were only a few meters up The Hill when out of nowhere a black blur raced over the top of our heads. We ducked, looked around quizzically at each other then realized what it was darting through the air like jet planes on crack; magpies. It took a moment to sink in that we were being ruthlessly swooped, and it was such a sudden occurrence that the moment that fact sunk in we barely had seconds to react. We ran. It was every man (and woman) for themselves, we legged it up that monstrous hill, reaching the top in seconds with magpies darting dangerously close to our heads each step of the way. Sprinting up “The Lord Of The Rings Hill” with a heavy schoolbag and a lung full of bong smoke while trying to ensure your eyes don’t get pecked out of your skull is no easy feat.
We managed to outrun our attackers and made it to the “Grievous Black Gate” (the gate that leads into our school) and were out of harm’s way. As soon as we were a safe distance away from The Hill we doubled over in laughter (and also from lack of breath). Yet another epic tale from the land of N___ L___ S____ Campus.
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