<p align="left"><i>“I was gonna clean my room until I got high.</i></p>
<p align="left"><i>I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high. </i></p>
<p align="left"><i>My room is still messed up and I know why,</i></p>
<p align="left"><i>Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high.”</i></p>
<p align="right">– Afroman, “Because I got high,” 2001</p>
Smart kids get it eventually; pot makes you dumb. Some say it’s no different than what is served in the 26 tasting rooms lining the Plaza, but how can one compare the high of “sour diesel” or “white widow” to a glass of Petroni cab?
Marijuana is my nemesis. I try to make students smarter, pot makes them dumber. I promote responsibility, pot makes students irresponsible. I promote clarity, pot creates haze. I encourage getting outside, eating healthy, connecting with others, pot encourages sitting on the couch eating Cheetos and playing Grand Theft Auto 5.