There are a few interesting highlights from that second year of my college experience.
One is that I took LSD. First I want to say, That I DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS TO ANYONE! I don't even recommend smoking pot. I am simply relaying my experiences here, and things that eventually led me to dropping out. The main reason I am against LSD and pot is I feel like both substances did untold amounts of damage to my physical body that I spent many years after trying to heal. More of that in later chapters.
Lots of people were talking LSD. My freshman year of college, I had a boyfriend, who was high on LSD when I met him. He did a lot of LSD, and was my first influence in the matter. I was a nice girl from Long Island, and thought it wasn't a good thing. I should have stuck with that opinion. But I had been cut loose, in a chaotic world where anything seemed to go, without any adult supervision. Besides my radical friends, I was was also friends with a group of guys who all they did was get stoned. I did this with them as well. Then everyone started taking LSD, so....
I had a close girlfriend on my floor, and neither of us had ever tried it. So we decided to try it together and promised to look out for each other. Actually what we took was mescaline(whatever that is). We took the stuff, and I remember feeling a huge amount of love for everyone pour into me. I started running around my dorm floor like a crazy woman telling people how much I loved them. The weird thing about this is, that it turns out, that as I was running around loving everyone, someone was busting into my dorm room, ransacking it, and stealing my stereo, and my roommate's TV. I was still in this state, when I went in my room, to discover it had been robbed. To this day, it bewilders why this happened. I felt betrayed by the universe, that I had felt so loving while something hateful was being done to me. The campus security was called, and I ended up having to talk to them high as a kite. Did my friend keep her promise to look after me? Yes. In the middle of all the pandemonium, with the security guards she hands me a grilled cheese sandwich and asks me if I want it. I couldn't relate to it at all!
Another highlight of that year was I was in an administration building takeover, as part of a Vietnam War protest. Our school had a some sort of military research at it. That was the protest. It happened that Shirley Chishcolm came and spoke at our school. She was an Afro American Woman who was trying to run for president. After her speech one of our radical leaders, a fellow college student, got on the stage, and announced anyone who wants to take over the administration building come on. Of course I went. It was evening. We went to the building and found an open window and all piled in. I am ashamed of what followed. there was an elderly man who was the night watchman. Some of us, actually took him hostage, and brought him downstairs. As an adult now, I feel terrible. They should have just let him go him. But we were so into the drama of it all. I'm sure he was ok, but his family must have been worried sick, and he shouldn't have had to go through that night.
We all formed a circles around the inside of the building, waiting to do civil disobediance, and get arrested and go to jail. We stayed up all night, waiting for the cops. the University was very smart. No cops were ever sent. Instead, they had called the parents of the two kids who had staged the whole thing. They gave them the number of the main office's phone. The phone rang, and they answered and it was one of their fathers who said " The school called and said if you don't get yourself out of there, you will be suspended". The two kids decided to leave, so we all left. We had lost our mighty leaders!
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