Yep yep, I had it figured out, I did some meth to get my work done. I was in the hospital with food poisoning about 2 weeks before- I had missed quite a bit of work.
I tweaked for a week straight to make up the work I missed, went through almost 2 grams in a week, which is a lot for someone who had never beinged on it before. I had to do a few things, like a research paper, a personal narritive, paint a 11 x 17 picture (of anything), and a final art project of my choice-that was graded based upon the effort I put into it. Well, thankfully I did my subjective assignments early in the week, because I work 10-hour days, I didn't have time during the day to do the projects- do I did them at night, and I tweaked.
I started off by not using that much- but I just wanted more. For no real reason I can remember, I just wanted more.. and I remember watching those cheesy-ass infomercials at 6:30-8am then going to class.. and thinking it was the coolest feeling. Well, on friday, I had everything done, I hadn't slept in 6 days, I wrote a 62 page photo-essay, painted a shitty looking 'moon' (my brush strokes were all over the place, my hands were shaking constantly), and totally fucking up my final speech. I was sweating, and shaking profusly during my entire speech, I had a video prepared, but it turns out, I fucked up the video when I was queing it, I hit record, instead of rewind- I had a speech about computers, and my video was about a bunch of fat women in tight clothing, exercising.. I immeditatly ended the speech.
When I got home, i re-read my photo essay.. my words made ABSOLUTLY NO SENSE.. I rambled on and on and when from one topic to another.. for 62 pages... To this day, I still have been to lazy to find out what grade I got... I haven't even gone back to the school to get my grades. So yeah.. meth didn't work for me.