or when someone gets a laugh out of you.
math class was boring enough, hence why i had my drawing notebook out in the first place. i was erratic with the use of my pencil, sure, but the boredom i'm sure i radiated was thick and pungent.
with a snatching movement, i grab my paper stick for blending and hold it to the drawing. through the music in my earbuds, i heard a burst of laughter.
i looked up at the girl sitting next to me. i plucked out one earbud and gave her a bizarre look.
"you good?"
though her laughter, she managed a question: "is that a joint?"
i looked to the art utensil in my hand, then back to her. "uh . . . no. it's for shading and blending." i showed her how it worked, but her giggles weren't containable. "why would i have a joint at school, in the case that i smoke?"
"i don't know, you never know with the students here."
"fair enough," i said with a laugh. even as the semi-new kids at our school, we knew the ways of the general populace. if sex was the national obsession in the 1920s, then weed is the schoolwide interest in 2017.
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