A few years ago I was taking Physics at night at a local community college.
I've always been able to function very highly (no pun intended) while stoned. Well I was married with a baby a the time (now she's 8 and my wife and I have two others), so I was a few years older than most of the other students in this class. I had two lab partners, a guy and a girl and they were about nineteen I believe. Somehow the three of us discovered that we all smoke so we began meeting twenty minutes early each Tuesday night before class to partake in some company and doobage. The rest of the class began to realize that we were all stoners (our appearance, our faces, we probably smelled like weed too) and they secretly made fun of us and thought that we were useless, idiot, slacker stoners. Only we were too high to care and we probably found the attention enjoyable. After a few weeks, the class was getting back our mid-term results. The professor would simply put the graded tests in a pile for us to walk up to the front, go through the pile and retrieve our test. I sat back, baked as all get out, waiting for the crowd around the tests to die down. This mid-term was particularly tough so all of the students were complaining about the harsh grades they were getting until they came to one single test that received an A. The crowd passed it around saying "who is this guy?" "is this guy in our class?"
"whose test is this?". It was at that moment that I pushed passed the crowd and proudly giggled that it was mine....and no one fucked with me for the rest of the semester.

C. George