Okay. I called a couple of you about what happened last Thirsty Thursday and here is the entire story:
It's Thirsty Thursday. I always get some friends up and have a good old drunk time together. This time, two of them wanted to smoke. I told them they could smoke in my room. I was already wasted by that time. I really don't know why they still took my word for it. But they smoked a little in there. I had no idea how strong it was. Apparently people could smell it from the elevator. I live about two hallways and through two doors from the elevator. Anyway, me and two of my friends that didn't smoke ran down to go get a movie. The RAs are doing their duty and one of the smells pot from my room. We get back and they call the cops. I was actually not freaking out because I was drunk. My two friends that smoked were in the room and it was the three of us that left in the hallway with the RAs. The cops show up and they tell everyone to leave the room and asks me to go in there with him. He says something like we know someone smoked weed in this room. I was like yeah but it wasn't me. Then he tells me to get my weed. I was not in the room and they were hiding everything so I really didn't know where everything was. They put the pot where I usually put it but I didn't know where they put the pipe. I get the weed for the officer but I didn't know where the pipe was. He goes out to ask the two people that were still in the room where it was and the motherfuckers tell him that they didn't know and all they were doing was studying in the room. One of them even took my binder and was pretending it was hers.
The cop obviously didn't believe them but there wasn't a whole lot he could do. So he takes me back in the room and asks me if he could look through my shit to find the pipe. I said yeah because really, a search warrant is a lot scarier than just letting him do it. He does a simple run through my room and then asks me to step outside. Then he looks through EVERYTHING. He looks through my closet and my friends put the beer in there. He takes those out. He keeps looking and the last place he looks is under my bed. That was the worst, most heartbreaking part of it all. He finds all my booze. I had 7 or 8 bottles of vodka under there. He's like "oh, what's this?" and pulls every single bottle out. The RAs are watching him pull all that shit out and my RA Kelly looks at me and I'm like oh fucking shit. He takes them all out and then keeps looking for the pipe. All this time, everyone is in the hallway and the other officer took their names and did some tests to see if they were high. The two that smoked weren't high enough so they were fine. My other friend was really just working on her homework in there and she was fine. My friend Mike was drunk and they gave him an M.I.P. The worst part is that they were all out there chit chatting with the damn police officer like my life was not getting ruined at that time. I was getting so pissed. And then the officer in my room found the pipe in the trash. He takes it out and puts it next to the weed and then takes all the bottles and puts them outside my room. The RAs had to take inventory of it all. I was like fucking Jesus. And everyone in my hall had their doors open and was watching all of this bullshit. They let the three of my friend go and me and Mike had to stay, pick up all the bottles, go to the floor kitchen, and pour every single bottle out. The fucking Walk of Shame. All my neighbors were watching me walk down the hallway with my arms full of vodka. I had a fresh fifth of Smirnoff that I had to open and pour down the drain. I poured about $150 of vodka down. I seriously almost cried. Then we went back and the officer was writing my violation ticket. He told me that all I had to do was show up to court. I'm like motherfucker, this is the worst night of my life. Don't tell me that's all I have to do. I've never done anything like this bullshit before. Then the officers leave and it's me, Mike, and the RAs. Kelly really didn't want to get me in trouble but it was the other fucker that made her call the police. God. They tell me just to go to court and that I have to meet with my RD. Then they leave and it's me and Mike sitting there looking at our tickets. That's when I broke out the phone and called people.
I have an M.I.P which is Minor In Possession. It's getting drunk when you're underage and you get caught. And my second charge is Possession of Marijuana. Oh God. I have no idea how big my fine is going to be. It might be well over $1000. I'm freaking out so bad about this. If I knew how much it was I wouldn't be freaking out so bad but I don't. And I don't know if they're going to kick me out of my dorm. How am I going to explain that to my parents? How am I going to explain that I moved somewhere else? They're not going to know anything about this. They're sending everything to the dorm so they don't need to know anything. Thank Buddha for that because I would have been kicked out of the house and I couldn't talk to anyone ever. And I'm sure I would be pummeled to death by my mother.
The worst part is that one of my friends knew where the pipe was. If they told him where it was, the officer would have just broken the pipe, thrown the weed away, and that would have been it. He wouldn't have searched through my entire room and found all my vodka. I wouldn't have charges against me. I wouldn't be in such huge trouble. I wouldn't be so scared about all this shit. And they haven't talked to me since. It's so fucked up. I don't know what to do. I'm just a huge fucking mess right now. But no one will see it. I hide shit all the time. I just don't know what to do. I'm going to court, pleading guilty since they have evidence on me, and paying whatever I have to pay and praying I don't get kicked out of the dorm.
By the way, if you owe me money, it would be a really good time to send it back my way right now. I need over $1000 by May 24th, my court date. I don't know if they're going to charge me the full fine for the weed but I'm just thinking safe. And I still have the M.I.P. to worry about. I know I never do this but seriously, if you can help me out, please help me. I hate asking for money but for real I need this. I can't believe all of this happened. This is so fucked up.
UPDATE: April 30: Okay. I thought about this more clearly. It is not right for me to just blame them. It was largely my fault too. If I didn't think smoking in my room was such a fantastic idea, they wouldn't have done it. It was a horrible idea to have the pot in the first place. That shit was strong. [sigh] It's just been so stressful, you know? And motherfuckers won't stop looking at me all weird. Jesus. Whatever. I just hope I don't get kicked out of Finley. For real.
Ha ha ha! Oh the memories. By the way, I only paid like $750 for the court charges. Also, I still don't talk to the girls that got us in trouble. Me and Mike were very immature and did some things and they got mad. Which in all honesty, they don't really have the right to be mad since they did legal damage to me but whatever. I'm over this whole thing since it was like two years ago! Shit. It's just a great story to tell.
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