No, never tried doobie (doobie, salitang reggae na ginawang salitang kalye na ang ibig sabihin ay chongki o marijuana) at all. The school where I worked at had what they call Smoker’s Night where student and faculty get together to party (not to the point where they screw each other after the party). Just plain free-smoking zone in the campus, free booze and free entertainment (kapag nagpabale-balentong na yung teacher sa kalasingan, yun ang entertainment).
Daming pwedeng pagpilian na mag-emcee ng event, eh ako yung vinolunteer ng mga traydor kong kaibigan sa faculty. May mental block pa naman ako onstage saka nangangamatis ang betlogs ko sa nerbiyos on this kind of occasion. Ito yung sinasabi nilang reactive response ng amygdala, ung katiting na parang utong sa loob ng utak natin kung saan we fear of something unknown. Lifetime challenge ito na pinagdaanan din nina Winston Churchill at Ronald Reagan (He he. We are on the same league pare).
Times like this needs the help of agua de pataranta. I dropped off at my fourth year students’ apartment (meron silang ni-rent na apartment kung saan nila pina-plano ang pag-chi-cheat sa klase ko at pagsulat ng kodigo na size 4 font arial). Tutal naman, dinedenggoy nila ako sa klase, wag ng gumawa ng kodigo, sabi ko mag-inuman na lang kami.
After dark and few minutes before the Smoker’s Night, bale-balentong kong tinahak ang landas para magbihis dahil ang aking madapacking clothes are all misfires (tama ba ang inglis ko ng suka-sukahan?). Di ko na matandaan kung paano ako nakapagbihis. Nauto na naman ako ng mga fourth year. Dj Maya of Bay Radio was my co-emcee for the show. She looked packing scared when she saw me. So I made patay malisya (Ha! Ha! Ha!). She is so packing scared she wanted to fly to the cuckoo nest. With how wasted I was, I just provided the right entertainment for the night.
