Just Say No to Being a Crack Whore November 1st, 2000 OK, this is going to have to be a short one because I have to go to class in half an hour.  Then I have to study tonight for many hours because I have a Pharmacology exam on Monday and I'm five lectures behind.  Pharmacology is actually kind of fun, because we learn about drugs.  Many many drugs.  Not like I'm some drug fiend or anything, so don't go thinking that, but it's fun to learn about what drugs do.  The last test was neuropharmacology, which was vaguely interesting, but here are some of the drugs that we need to know for this exam:
					Delta-9-THC (otherwise known as "marijuana") MDMA (Ecstacy) Ethanol (booze) Cocaine and Crack PCP, LSD and mescaline Morphine and Heroin (or as the kids these days call it, "smack") Ketamine ("Special K") Nicotine (cigs)                                             and many more...
				The funniest thing is that the professors that are teaching us about these drugs are totally into it.  They're all down with the lingo and they know all kinds of weird facts, and they just seem like they've tried all of these drugs at one time or another.  One day in class, the guy  basically taught how to make crack.  If you must know, you're supposed to take cocaine (just pick some up at your local Rite Aid), mix it with baking soda and water, and microwave it.  Instant crack!  Who needs med school when I can be a drug lord?  Also, they were telling us which parts of the cannibus plant are the most potent to use if you want to smoke a more potent joint.  And they showed us how to make a crack pipe.  The professors are total users, man.  The guy who gave the pot lecture was all, "so...MJ [He called it MJ!  He's down like that!] gives you a sensation of relaxation and euphoria, as well as increasing your appetite so you get the...ahem...so-called 'munchies.'  I mean, so I've read from studies that have been done at this and other fine medical institutions around the country."  Another guy told us about this hallucination that this "patient" of his had when he was on PCP or something that this crack in the wall became a giant snake and started chasing after him.  "It can really be quite terrifying," he told us.  "so I've been told." Yeah right. Most mysteriously, that day in class there was a strange older woman sitting near the front of the room.  We had never seen her before.  She wasn't a student, and I'm pretty sure she wasn't on faculty.  The concensus was that she was a drug dealer who wanted to learn how to make crack.  I hope she was taking good notes. xo Michelle
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