"I don't have to piss in a cup to tell you I've smoked"

What a fucked day. Okay, so, I'll start from the beginning. Mom didn't check the news to see if school was delayed. I ended up in the an hour early for school. All I could do was sit around.

NOW the fun begins.. Walking around on the HS floor. Mr. Carter(My "Head Master") sees me, and calls me into his office. He basicly tells me that I have to piss in a cup . If I tell him this minute that "I have a problem" like it says in the "student handbook". I get put onto a school contract. It basically says a bunch of bull shit that comes down to "One more chance". So if I "fuck up" again, and don't confront him before the drug test, I am no longer a student at Mount Zion. Also, when I mean drug test it means that I'll be getting randomly tested throughout the year. Which personally, I'd be more then happy to fail and not go. But, from there I know I would be homeschooling myself. Which wouldn't be the happiest thing. I'm pretty much on my knees now begging for fucking summer to move its slow ass along.