{"id":274,"date":"2008-11-12T08:25:54","date_gmt":"2008-11-12T12:25:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/?p=274"},"modified":"2008-11-12T08:25:54","modified_gmt":"2008-11-12T12:25:54","slug":"dare","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/2008\/11\/12\/dare\/","title":{"rendered":"D.A.R.E."},"content":{"rendered":"

Well last night I had to go to my first D.A.R.E. meeting.\u00a0 Let me start off with the reason why I had to go, I want to explain this because every time I told someone I had to go to a meeting, I got the same response, “oh<\/em><\/strong> really, why, what did you do?”<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0 And then they would be all disappointed when I told them the reason, I don’t know what people think I do in my spare time, but it’s not a court-ordered program!\u00a0 My son who is in 5th grade is taking a D.A.R.E. class at school, and they encourage parents to take one at night to go along with the lessons.\u00a0 Let me start off by saying I really agree with D.A.R.E. and what they do for children, it’s a great program to help kids stay off drugs, alcohol and tobacco.\u00a0 With that being said, I will now make fun of the night I had at my first D.A.R.E. meeting.<\/p>\n

The Officer that taught the class was really funny, nice and cute (not that the last thing matters, but it doesn’t hurt!)\u00a0 He started off with questions, and one parent asked what D.A.R.E. stood for, to which the Officer replied, “D<\/strong>rugs A<\/strong>re R<\/strong>eally E<\/strong>xpensive”\u00a0 I knew at that point it wouldn’t be so bad since we had an Officer with a sense of humor!\u00a0 If you don’t know what it stands for it’s D<\/strong>rug A<\/strong>wareness R<\/strong>esistance E<\/strong>ducation.\u00a0 He then announced that he would start off the meeting by passing some drugs around.\u00a0\u00a0 Wow, cool, I guess we get to try some!\u00a0 Sadly, no, but he did pass around 4 bags of marijuana, 2 to one side of the room and 2 to the other.\u00a0 My BFF and I were at the very back of the room, of course so we got the drugs last, well I took the 2 bags and walked to the other side of the room to show the other people and this woman got so defensive!\u00a0 Me: “here you go<\/em>“, Her: “what’s that?\u00a0 Is that marijuana?”<\/strong>\u00a0 Me:\u00a0 “ah yea, that’s what<\/em> he’s been passing around<\/em>” Her: “well I don’t need it I already saw it”<\/strong> Me: “well you didn’t see this stuff<\/em> it’s from the other side of the room”<\/em>\u00a0 Her: “NO I don’t want the marijuana<\/strong>!”\u00a0 Okay now Miss Sweater Set is acting like I am peer pressuring drugs on her!!\u00a0 “TAKE THE DRUGS WOMAN!”\u00a0 It was funny to see all the parents looking at the bags of marijuana, and each one had to smell it!\u00a0 Then he passed around pipes and bongs.\u00a0 Of course we got the pipes last and I said to my BFF, “I’m not trying to give these bongs to Miss Sweater Set, you go give them back to the Officer” and she was all, “no, I’m not getting up in front of everyone”, and at this point I had drank a Dunkin Donuts Ice Coffee and there was no way I could make it up there holding 2 very large glass bongs!\u00a0 So, we sat the entire class with 2 of the largest bongs I have ever seen on our table.\u00a0 Nice.<\/p>\n

The Officer then started asking questions like what is the difference between these 2 bags of drugs?\u00a0 To which my BFF yells out, “one bag is all divi’d up”.\u00a0 Correct.\u00a0 What about these?\u00a0 “that one has a lot of seeds in it”\u00a0 Good job BFF, now the Officer thinks you sell pot!\u00a0 Ahh!\u00a0 As the night went on it was clear that first of all my BFF and I were the youngest in the class, and second we were in a class with all old\/dorky people who knew nothing!!\u00a0 Talk about stupid questions!\u00a0 I think I rolled my eyes about 37 times!\u00a0 When we got to the hard drugs the Officer asked what methadone was.\u00a0 Of course my BFF & I raised our hands, no one else seemed to know.\u00a0 Hello????\u00a0 Haven’t these people ever watched Intervention on A & E or maybe read a magazine?????\u00a0 So of course BFF answers it, and I’m whispering something like, shhhhhh, stop answering questions.\u00a0 And she ends up getting nervous and starts blurting out TMI!\u00a0 “Methadone is a drug they give you to get off of Heroin…it’s sometimes worse than Heroin…I knew someone that was on Heroin and she was worse on Methadone..yatta yatta yatta.\u00a0 AHHHHH!\u00a0 Stop talking!\u00a0 But she got nervous and couldn’t stop!!\u00a0 Luckily nothing too bad came out of her mouth!\u00a0 My BFF took nursing classes so she knows a lot about substances and what they do to you, but stop answering questions!\u00a0 I told her knowing all the answers to the questions in the D.A.R.E. class was probably not a good thing and she may look like she knew a little something.\u00a0 I told her I wouldn’t be surprised if they “stopped” by her house sometime!\u00a0 At the end of the class the Officer asked if he had all his drugs back, which he did, but then I had to yell, “but don’t forget your bongs back here”, now who’s the one who can’t stop talking!\u00a0 Why did I use the word “bong”, the Officer never did!\u00a0 So that was my night, and when I got home my beagle kept sniffing my hands, maybe he could be a smart drug sniffing dog……doubt it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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