Drugs
Puff. Puff. Pass.
These are the rules regardless of where you are.
I never meant to get addicted.
One day, the cravings just became so unbearable that they overcame me. So, I got together with my friend V, and we decided to break into the box of catnip. After all, getting high would cure all stress.
MIT is a place that can really get to you— even if you’re just a cat. Three nights with the lights on all day: my owner needed to turn in p-sets and papers. No students usually start till 3AM either, even if it’s 3AM the week before.
We cats are helpless in our efforts to help alleviate stress on campus by offering cuddles. “Sing me to sleep,” we beg, only to sound like annoying children. “Go to sleep,” we cry, only to sound like nagging mothers.
These are the rules regardless of where you are.
I never meant to get addicted.
One day, the cravings just became so unbearable that they overcame me. So, I got together with my friend V, and we decided to break into the box of catnip. After all, getting high would cure all stress.
MIT is a place that can really get to you— even if you’re just a cat. Three nights with the lights on all day: my owner needed to turn in p-sets and papers. No students usually start till 3AM either, even if it’s 3AM the week before.
We cats are helpless in our efforts to help alleviate stress on campus by offering cuddles. “Sing me to sleep,” we beg, only to sound like annoying children. “Go to sleep,” we cry, only to sound like nagging mothers.
We cats need to relax too!
The never-ending stream of work pushes MIT inhabitants to their breaking points, but most come out all right. Even with my hardcore drug phase, I never broke, always managing to pull myself together. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t hear about other cats— and people— who weren’t as lucky.
Names forgotten— suicide is just a statistic.
There was the girl who set herself on fire, “accidentally.” The facts, however, state that she had showed off her self-mutilation to S^3 prior to her death. There was the guy who got caught making drugs in the basement of a dorm ‘cause of the poisonous gas released, and well, he had coke on him. A month after being forced to withdraw from MIT, he disappeared into the woods; his suicide note was never published. There was the girl whose parents e-mailed the administrators over the concern that their daughter had obtained potassium cyanide. Supposedly, that’s the best chemical to take for a quick death; it used to be easier to get. By the time people checked on her, it was too late.
Names forgotten— suicide is just a statistic.
There was the girl who set herself on fire, “accidentally.” The facts, however, state that she had showed off her self-mutilation to S^3 prior to her death. There was the guy who got caught making drugs in the basement of a dorm ‘cause of the poisonous gas released, and well, he had coke on him. A month after being forced to withdraw from MIT, he disappeared into the woods; his suicide note was never published. There was the girl whose parents e-mailed the administrators over the concern that their daughter had obtained potassium cyanide. Supposedly, that’s the best chemical to take for a quick death; it used to be easier to get. By the time people checked on her, it was too late.
And, then there are also accidents.
Drinking or drugs— no one ever knows the exact stories behind those deaths, but there’s always speculation. The concept of respect for families in reporting is what makes these deaths such a hush-hush journalistic pursuit; you hear about the real cause of these deaths through urban legend. At a frat party, dorm party, wherever the masses collect: “did you hear he was drunk the night that he died?” The kind of sad gossip, which never attaches the proper respect to death.
Cats who go mad are “funnier” tales. There’s the cat that tried to escape through the ceiling tiles and ended up behind the sink on a non-cat friendly floor. There was also the cat that tried to kill himself by jumping out of the windows several times. And, then there are the cats that get addicted to weed; they don’t even turn away when people are huffing and puffing in the halls. Maybe, they sober up after MIT? Who knows. No one ever seems to remember the names of either the cat or person who breaks, and after awhile people forget the stories. If you’re not careful, you can become just a statistic.
The trick is not to let this place get to you.
There are resources to help with that.
Cats who go mad are “funnier” tales. There’s the cat that tried to escape through the ceiling tiles and ended up behind the sink on a non-cat friendly floor. There was also the cat that tried to kill himself by jumping out of the windows several times. And, then there are the cats that get addicted to weed; they don’t even turn away when people are huffing and puffing in the halls. Maybe, they sober up after MIT? Who knows. No one ever seems to remember the names of either the cat or person who breaks, and after awhile people forget the stories. If you’re not careful, you can become just a statistic.
The trick is not to let this place get to you.
There are resources to help with that.
