I got some shit to talk about.
I'm a little confused as I don't have the full details nor do I really want to go through the hassle and risk of obtaining them but basically I was snitched out.
I got called in to the drug counselor's office in the middle of class. This is how it went down:
DC: "How are you doing today, man?"
Me: "Good, though I'm not sure why I'm here?"
DC: "Why don't you take a guess. You know what I do on campus, right, man?"
Me: "You're the drug counselor, so I'm assuming this has to do with drugs."
DC: "Yes, but what exactly? Can you guess why you're here?"
Realizing I'm fucked and someone ratted I said:
Me: "Is it because I smoked weed?"
Smoking weed while in this program is illegal and punishable by instant termination.
DC: "I'll be honest with you man. I don't give a fuck about weed. I'm only concerned about the heavier stuff. But you are getting warmer. I'm trying to see how honest you are here."
There is nothing else he could have known about other than the meth. I have heard many stories from trainees saying if you are honest and tell the 100% truth, he will not get you into trouble.
Me: "So it's the meth."
DC: "Bingo."
I lower my head and a sense of great dread falls over me. It's over. I'm fucked. How could this have happened? Who could have snitched? And why? Were they paid? Did I talk too loud one time? It couldn't be.
DC: "I'm not here to terminate you. I remember when you first came in, and you're a good kid and you came for the right reasons. I just want to know who gave it to you. The reason you are here is because someone came in telling me that you were kind of pressing him to bring drugs into the campus."
Damn. The guy who offered me a place to stay if I get terminated. The one who always pays me back. The guy I drink with and talk about personal shit with. The guy I trust most on this campus. He was the rat. Why?
Keep in mind, the guy that got me into meth (not the one I trust) I hate now. He basically bullies me. That's kind of a pussy way to put it but he never leaves me alone. He always fucks with me, makes fun of me, and uses the Zero Tolerance fighting rule to his advantage.
So I told him. He said both of them had already spoken to him.
DC: "I'm not going to punish you. I just want you to attend a few NA meetings here on center just to get your mind right, man."
Then I agreed, shook his hand, and went on my way. Needless to say, I won't be talking to either of those people again.
You can't trust anyone.
In other news, living in the room I'm in with certain people has become too much. There are "almost fights" every day. Like the other day, this kid was telling a joke. I thought the joke was funny. So I went next door and told my friend the joke. This kid comes in pressing and getting all mad that I told HIS joke, which by the way he didn't even fuck make up. I told him YOU HEARD THE JOKE FROM SOMEONE ELSE TOO SO YOU'RE A HYPOCRITE. He wasn't having it. Just called me fucking lame and all that and wanted to fight.
So after keeping my mouth shut since I got here and letting these people have the last word over dumb shit, I told my RA that I wanted to switch rooms. I will be in a different room on Monday. Good riddance.
I'm leaving to go camp again on this mountain viewpoint with some friends. Going to drink a lot.
Other than that, I got cool with my parents again. Talk to my mom every night now. She's going to help me out by bringing my speakers and my sub over here so I can produce my music more efficiently. I like producing with speakers because it gives you a feel of what people are actually going to hear. Rather than my studio headphones which pick up every tiny noise. I end up detailing a lot of shit that can't even be heard without nice ass headphones.
Thanks for reading.
I'm a little confused as I don't have the full details nor do I really want to go through the hassle and risk of obtaining them but basically I was snitched out.
I got called in to the drug counselor's office in the middle of class. This is how it went down:
DC: "How are you doing today, man?"
Me: "Good, though I'm not sure why I'm here?"
DC: "Why don't you take a guess. You know what I do on campus, right, man?"
Me: "You're the drug counselor, so I'm assuming this has to do with drugs."
DC: "Yes, but what exactly? Can you guess why you're here?"
Realizing I'm fucked and someone ratted I said:
Me: "Is it because I smoked weed?"
Smoking weed while in this program is illegal and punishable by instant termination.
DC: "I'll be honest with you man. I don't give a fuck about weed. I'm only concerned about the heavier stuff. But you are getting warmer. I'm trying to see how honest you are here."
There is nothing else he could have known about other than the meth. I have heard many stories from trainees saying if you are honest and tell the 100% truth, he will not get you into trouble.
Me: "So it's the meth."
DC: "Bingo."
I lower my head and a sense of great dread falls over me. It's over. I'm fucked. How could this have happened? Who could have snitched? And why? Were they paid? Did I talk too loud one time? It couldn't be.
DC: "I'm not here to terminate you. I remember when you first came in, and you're a good kid and you came for the right reasons. I just want to know who gave it to you. The reason you are here is because someone came in telling me that you were kind of pressing him to bring drugs into the campus."
Damn. The guy who offered me a place to stay if I get terminated. The one who always pays me back. The guy I drink with and talk about personal shit with. The guy I trust most on this campus. He was the rat. Why?
Keep in mind, the guy that got me into meth (not the one I trust) I hate now. He basically bullies me. That's kind of a pussy way to put it but he never leaves me alone. He always fucks with me, makes fun of me, and uses the Zero Tolerance fighting rule to his advantage.
So I told him. He said both of them had already spoken to him.
DC: "I'm not going to punish you. I just want you to attend a few NA meetings here on center just to get your mind right, man."
Then I agreed, shook his hand, and went on my way. Needless to say, I won't be talking to either of those people again.
You can't trust anyone.
In other news, living in the room I'm in with certain people has become too much. There are "almost fights" every day. Like the other day, this kid was telling a joke. I thought the joke was funny. So I went next door and told my friend the joke. This kid comes in pressing and getting all mad that I told HIS joke, which by the way he didn't even fuck make up. I told him YOU HEARD THE JOKE FROM SOMEONE ELSE TOO SO YOU'RE A HYPOCRITE. He wasn't having it. Just called me fucking lame and all that and wanted to fight.
So after keeping my mouth shut since I got here and letting these people have the last word over dumb shit, I told my RA that I wanted to switch rooms. I will be in a different room on Monday. Good riddance.
I'm leaving to go camp again on this mountain viewpoint with some friends. Going to drink a lot.
Other than that, I got cool with my parents again. Talk to my mom every night now. She's going to help me out by bringing my speakers and my sub over here so I can produce my music more efficiently. I like producing with speakers because it gives you a feel of what people are actually going to hear. Rather than my studio headphones which pick up every tiny noise. I end up detailing a lot of shit that can't even be heard without nice ass headphones.
Thanks for reading.
