So when I was back in high school I was a huge Xanax fiend ( I still kind of am). I would always take big doses (3-5mg) because I loved the high dose feeling and trying to remember what I did was honestly pretty fun too. So I was 15 in my sophomore year of HS and woke up to go to school. I had block schedules so that day I was super stressed about having to go to my math class which was 2nd period. I walked to school and met up with my plug before school started and bought 10 gg bars. So here I am with 10 bars in my pocket walking past security, and I go to to my first period class which was Spanish. Because I hated my Spanish teacher to the core I decided to take 2 bars about 15 minutes before Spanish ended. Whenever I take Xanax I put a timer on my phone for 15 minutes because that’s exactly how long it takes to hit me. On the walk to my second period, my phone timer goes off. That’s when I know shit is gonna happen real soon. So right then I start to feel that “loose, open, warm” feeling that Xanax gives at the very beginning. I sit down in class and god knows what was taught as I was fucked up. I asked to go to the bathroom for whatever reason (I didn’t need to go), and went. When I was done in the restroom doing whatever I was going to go back to class. But I did not remember which class was mine. So I stumble like a zombie through the hallways, opening random doors to figure out if it’s my classroom. So many kids and teachers just looked at me like I was crazy. Anyways some kid notices I’m fucked up and literally takes me to my class. Bless his heart. About 5 minutes later, security arrives to get me. I was so fucking confused as to why they had me lol. Anyways I hide my bars in a certain crease in my pocket so if I get patted down, it feels like it’s the jean crease. The security takes me to the VP office and everyone’s there. So a fucking cop searches my shit, and searched my person. The drug dog in the room can smell the weed I smoked this morning, as he was making gestures that he got a hit on my backback lol. Anyways as the cops hand ran over the bag my heart sank as I knew I was fucked. He turned me around and said something like “I know you smoke weed but I couldn’t find anything. If I see you again blah blah blah”. So yeah I got super fucking lucky and somehow didn’t get caught on 4mg of xans at school.