Highschool Flashback!!

Last night, about eight years after graduation, I received an unexpected call from my high school counsellor, ‘Hi, you may not remember me, but I remember you, we’re having a discussion about drugs tomorrow morning at the assembly, and none of the former students I spoke to can make it...’
It clicked, ‘Little Miss Priss gave you my number didn’t she? 8.00 am? Let me give you Oracle’s number, u should call him!’ He bailed on me that night, the thought of making him answer to the school counsellor, was oddly amusing, eight years after graduation. But divine justice did not prevail and he didn’t take her call. And I kinda felt sorry for the woman who still genuinely believed the students took her seriously after so many years. So at about 10pm when she was at her wits end, I agreed to make an early morning appearance at the school assembly to discuss...envision the drum role... DRUGS!!!
I met up with the girls that night, and told them I would be enlightening the students the following morning... They sympathised gleefully.
That night I couldn’t sleep. I’d like to say I was tossing and turning in anticipation of the following mornings event, but I really think it had more to do with my development of the consistently inconsistent sleep patterns of the unemployed.
I rolled out of bed at 7.30, too early by anybody’s standard, and particularly for me, with my recent nocturnal tendencies. Leggings, heels, mascara, scorching hot coffee practically inhaled, in the car, on the way, on the phone to warn Miss Psych that I’ll be ten minutes late.
I walked into the theatre, where Mr Psych- was making the introductions and informing the students that I would hopefully be joining them as well, at which point I walked to my spot on stage, to an audience of cheering hormonal teenage boys. Another former student started the ‘talk’ with a boring lecture of the evils of drugs, followed by an anology by Mr. Psych-. Then a 10th grader gave a speech of his experiences visiting the rehab center, followed by Jordan’s recent OD stats, courtesy of Mr. Psych-. Then there were 5 minutes left at which point, I was to wrap it up! Suffice it to say, Mr. Psych- was not happy, ‘The 9th and 10th graders lack the maturity to interpret what you said as a warning...’
I disagreed. It really doesn’t take much to interpret, ‘you will probably try it, you are not invincible, and it will alter your brain chemistry.’ The fact that I framed it with some humour only ensured that they listened, as opposed to tuning me out. The Dean of Students confirmed my point, ‘when you were talking, you could’ve heard a pin drop.’ Psych- interrupted me, he cut me short, and I gave him a piece of my mind afterwards.
The kids were left with so many unanswered questions, and the administration of the most established school in Jordan was too narrow minded to hold an honest and open discussion with them. Although, I do have a feeling they’re gonna invite me back. I’ll go on the condition that Psych- not interrupt me when I speak, a courtesy I afforded him.
On my way to the car, some 11th graders thanked me, and as I was walking into my house, Miss Psych called me to admit that I was right, and as it turned out, they hadn’t given the 9th graders enough credit. Shocker!