Hey buddies! Let me tell you a little something about myself: I owe my University degree to weed. In some ways that is a metaphor, in other ways it is exactly what happened. Let me elaborate.
The confident, artistic, and all around weed connoisseur that is Jake Green all started with a first puff. One day, while taking a walk on an old four wheeler trail lined with pine trees, my friends took a seat on a fallen log. One of them pulled out a tightly, and poorly rolled joint. It was some good ol’ outdoor that he had picked up for $75 in a subway sandwich bag. And yes, that sounds strange, but it was how his dealer sold and weighed out his homegrown. Back then, it was good enough for me. Some of Walter’s Dubran Cheese would have killed me at that age.
I remember how heavy the air was. I remember the dank smell of the swamp that rested just behind the tree line. The smoke mixed in with the musty air and hung by our faces. Mostly, I remember that I didn’t get high at all.
Later that day, we went back to one friend’s home and I tried his bong for the first time. And then, I got high. So, so, so, so, high. You know that high when the world looks like a painting, and you imagine that pygmies are running in the grass around your house, but they are too fast to see. That’s how high I was. It would take me so many Amber dabs to get that high now. But I was young. And that is when my education changed.
Before weed, I was really into math, and numbers. Chemistry and biology were two of my favourite classes, and while memorization wasn’t easy for me, I liked trying to absorb facts and stats. After weed, I was still good at math and science, but I was way more interested in the way it was used. I didn’t want to look at formulas on a page, I wanted to mix a couple chemicals in a beaker and see if it exploded. My creativity bloomed, and my interests shifted to writing. Which led me to study arts.
Also, when I needed to pay for my first year of University, I started selling joints for $5 a piece at school. So weed literally, and metaphorically, paved my way to a degree in writing. I smoked weed daily at University. It helped me sleep, helped me see my writing differently, and helped me make friends. It wasn’t a necessity, but it made things a whole lot cooler. And now, some Universities want to ban legal weed on campus. Son of a….
Queens U has said no to pot, even though they are known to party harder than the entire country of Greece. McGill won’t even allow edibles on campus, which really doesn’t make any sense. Who are you hurting by eating a cookie?? Santa? Cookie monster? But, there is already some push back.
Kira London-Nadeau of Canadian Students for Sensible Drug Policy and the National Institute of Cannabis Health and Education, has stated that “…if certain policies, such as smoke-free initiatives, exist to protect non-users, corresponding measures must be taken to ensure those who choose to use can do so safely.” Essentially, she is saying that prohibition of weed is putting those who choose to smoke legal weed at risk. And she is right.
I used to go smoke weed under a bridge at night. How safe is that? Prohibition doesn’t work, especially if it is so selective. I can understand lumping weed into a smoking ban, but a lot of these schools are trying to push it out off campus in all forms. Or, stalling until they figure out how their student body, and more importantly, donors, will react.
You can find and read a more in-depth list of Universities that have actually made a decision here, in case you are considering where to attend yourself. But in the end, weed is a huge benefit to students who are going on an experience of learning. Schools banning weed outright, especially now that it is legal, goes against the very thing that higher education tries to teach: expanding mindsets and opening up to new ideas.
Here’s hoping that most Universities smarten up and let students light up.
Happy smoking buddies!