Student Life
Punishment Essay
Alas, the school year is coming to an end, and the amount of schoolwork has multiplied for this poor soul. Unfortunately, I have been coerced into the construction of yet another paper. I have a fairly foggy recollection of the event that has landed me in the quandary of writing this essay, but I feel that it is fairly safe to assume that I was enjoying a smoke of cannabis sativa with a couple of friends of mine during interim break, a truly hellish time to be on the University of Redlands campus. My friends and I were innocently passing the time when ever so suddenly, a pair of campus safety officers knocked on the door, entered the room and confiscated my friend’s pipe and essentially destroyed our evening. The resident adviser responsible for communicating with campus safety that evening was Alida Stanowitz, the second floor R.A. in east hall. Before I continue, I would like to indicate that this essay is not going to be one of thought reform or normalization. I loathe normalcy and thought control, two things the student life office is atrociously guilty of promulgating. You see, there a few points I would like to make; (1) I am an honors student, with a grade point average of 3.74, therefore I can take care of myself, (2) the application of student life policy is inherently racist and discriminatory in nature towards those outside the norm and (3) that the consumption of alcohol is far more dangerous in a college environment than the smoking of marijuana. I would like to begin with the second point.
Continuing
with this theme of responsibility, I have a grade point average of 3.74, I am a
member of the Proudian Interdisciplinary Honors Program and I have even
achieved grades of 4.0 in many upper division classes, including a senior
seminar in Government with Dr. Robert Jackson (I am a Sophomore). My professors
all think quite highly of me, and I don’t harm others with my personal choices.
I keep to myself. I do not have a criminal or juvenile record, I have never
raped, date-raped, murdered or stolen from anyone. How many ill-witted
fraternity jocks can claim that? I don’t get into fights, I do battles with my
mind. I am quite harmless; I am here to study, and I am well aware of this. I
choose not to consume alcoholic beverages in excess, as my intellectual
decision is that alcohol is more destructive both mentally and socially than
marijuana. This school openly promotes the consumption of alcoholic beverages,
with pathetic attempts to spice up life here such as “Friday at Five” and
frat/sorority parties. If you want to run a university, and not a drunk-pen,
ban the goddamn greek system altogether. You’ll have a university environment
of open-minded intellectuals, rather than one consisting of burly brutes and
self-hating females. The process by which one becomes a greek inherently forces
an individual to subordinate him or herself to the will of other irrational
foolish idiots. I may be gripping to an intellectual morality that this
university (aka-business oriented, rather than academically oriented) no longer
or have never espoused. I found an escape from the tyranny of your office, I
have become a
Given this,
why do I choose to smoke marijuana? Simple. Marijuana is an escape from the
simplistic, everyday drudgery of being and honors student. I am a hard working
individual, when I want to relax, I feel as though I have earned the right to
do so from the levels of arduous labor I complete daily. Marijuana makes me an
amiable person, capable of love and friendship, despite my hatred of most
people. My context is severely jaded, and this is my release. Whenever I have
consumed alcohol, I find myself being only more aggressive physically and
isolationistic mentally. Marijuana opens one’s mind, smoke some, you’ll see.
Smoke some with me, we’ll have an intellectual conversation about philosophy,
politics, society, love, friendship, cultures, the arts, etc. Don’t have a
closed mind to something that you have no experience in. Life is about
experimenting, not living a dark, lightless hole. My grades have gone up, not
down, since I began recreationally consuming Marijuana. My mind is at least
near freedom, if not totally free from social norms, such as wearing clothing,
that I inevitably practice for pragmatic reasons are things that I am aware
that I do, but are not beyond the realm of questioning. Although I shall
conclude now, I feel that my remarks on the matter have been candid, and well
thought out. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to speak my mind, despite
the overall oppressiveness of your office.
[1] I certainly feel that the Student Life office is a mechanism to control the student’s lives, not to better them. Student life and Campus Safety (aka-Rent a Pig) should both be disbanded.
[2] In my experience, “old” and in “old people” and “evil” as in the antonym if good and freedom, are essentially synonymous. Old people, such as old white men and token women that run the UOR, feel as though they are losing control of society. The old obviously are, as they will die sooner than the young, losing control. The key to being a reasonable, rational person, is knowing when to let go of your power over others and allow the way of life to flow freely.