Well, where do I begin? It's been two weeks since I had an underestimated trip in my high school. FIRST OFF: I want no lectures. I do my research on the chemicals I put into my body and how they may or may not affect my developing mind. Now to start. I found my way into an onion patch and bartered some coin, and as a test run collected one fine blotter of L. The title of the listing was "200ug" but... I was thinking this was just a ploy. I've delved in blotter 5-6 times prior to this, within the past 6 months, so I thought I was experienced and knew what was up. Boy, was I wrong. Me and my significant other split the blotter in half and threw it under our tongues before the bell rung for us to go to first period. We departed and I went into my classroom expecting some pretty colors and an uplift in creative thought and workflow. I sit next to a mentally deteriorated person and an odd kid who reads manga 24/7. During my come up, the abrupt, rigid, motions of the disabled person freaked me out a little, and I got weird vibes from everyone in the class. (Note: the semester began a couple weeks ago and I don't talk to or know anyone well in almost all of my classes) After the bell rung, I was starting to see visuals I have never had before on previous experiences. People looked...skinny? And the hallways seemed rounded, like the top of a loaf of bread. I saw patterns on everything, and got a little paranoid because of how into it I was. My second block I sit next to my good friend C. He fucked with me the ENTIRE. CLASS. He would say my name, then I would ask what he needed, only for him to act like he never said anything and I was going crazy. He made random noises, and said the most cryptic shit just to fuck with me. (I told him of my intoxication prior to the class starting, for my safety) This put me in an even weirder mood a negative weird and made me even more paranoid that I was tripping out or something, but I held my cool and got through the class. On to lunch. My girlfriend and I sat at our usual spot, and she was out of it. She was saying these childish things that kids would say, and just had a childish presence around her, but she seemed to be doing O.K. After lunch, my third block is Airbrush. Once again, I barely know anyone in there. I sit at a table with this girl, just me and her, and we don't talk a lot. She kept trying to have small talk and I would say weird shit and overthink her questions...she asked me "What do you do at your job?" And I was like "What don't I do at my job... what do you do at your job?" All enigmatic... she looked confused as fuck but yet persisted in trying to make conversation with me. This was the best part of the class, everything goes downhill from here. These two kids, one very heavyweight, tall and mean, and this other one, not as big, were getting into it. These people are ghetto as hell, and about to start fighting. They were talking shit across the room (there's about 12 students in there, mostly quiet, so the only sound in the room is threats shouting back and forth) and all of the sudden big boy walks over to little man and little man pulls a fucking switchblade! A LEGIT SWITCHBLADE! I'm sitting here, tripping balls, seeing fractals on the walls, and this dude pulls a fucking switchblade. My mind was blown. I was so in shock that this was happening and I started worrying for my safety. He put it away and the teacher didn't notice anything about this situation. Then, the big dude goes and grabs an X-Acto blade we use for stenciling, and challenges the dude to a knife fight. They're making animal noises and shit back and forth like bulls, indirectly talking to their friends making stabbing motions with their hands and shit, freaking me out. Nothing went down, however it was very tense and stressed me out. The big dude even texted his goons and they showed up in the hallway staring into my classroom at the little guy with the weapon. Shit freaked me out. Anyways, the bell rings and I carry on into a very involved, highly-participation requiring economics class. I wasn't expecting this much of a trip already, better yet having to tell the whole class a bunch of shit while fried out in the corner. I lay my head down in hopes of not getting called on, and I had to scratch my leg really quick, so I sat up. Bang, teacher in my face standing there glaring. He asked me a question. "How does Inflation happen?" Basically, what is inflation? The way he worded it threw me off, and I sat there looking dumb as fuck pondering how inflation happened and what factors influenced it and all this shit when the answer is simple. It literally felt as though I didn't have an answer and everything around me went mute, like a wave of silence and the gaze of a classroom was resting around my head like a silken scarf. He left me alone, oddly looking at me, and asked someone else. He kept staring at me, and I think he knew I was on something. Anyway, we go back to reading out of the textbook, when suddenly the door opens, and in comes the last person I hope to see. The mother fucking head principal of the school. She came to inspect how my teacher taught and etc, and I was so. Damn. Scared. Fun fact: a very, very, close relative to me whom I live with, (hint hint) works at my school, and all my teachers have easy access to go into her office as they please. Overall, this was an underestimated trip, and it kinda freaked me out, however, I still learned from it. Any question? Comment below :)