I’ve done it, you’ve done it, we’ve all done it.
Maybe you’re feeling cheeky after losing a game of King’s Cup to your roommates. Maybe you need to blow off some steam after bombing that midterm you didn’t study for. Or maybe, God forbid, this is part of your daily routine.
Picture the scene: The tasteless cafeteria pasta is sitting heavy in your stomach like a big, mushy rock. You’re tired of studying and nobody wants to go out, so you indulge in BC’s most popular pastime: sparking a fatty. Roasting a bone. Spicing an herb — you know exactly what I mean.
It’s dark and drizzling, with the icy winter session winds whipping against your pants. In other words, perfect weather to stand nervously under a Western red cedar for 10 to 20 minutes and possibly bump into that weird dude you met on Unimaginative Day who keeps trying to slide into your DMs.
Fumbling around in the dark, you’ll probably awkwardly slip on some twigs and try to play it cool, maybe even turn it into a joke. Nobody will laugh.
Your shoes are soaked through to your socks. You’re cold and trying not to cough, pushing away a slight, creeping hint of anxiety. You should probably take another hit to make sure the people you’re with know that this is a totally normal thing for you to do. Which direction did you walk from? Did you remember your keycard?
I, Sophocles Sweetleafe, say that UBC students deserve better.
There are only so many times that you can dry your wet socks on the shower rail before enough is enough. Set up a dab rig in your dorm or vape in the fire escape like a real adult. And if you’re worried about getting caught, just don’t. It’s all in your head!