No hard drugs
Two years ago as a freshman -- bright eyed, bushy tailed and ready to begin my wholesome education -- I strolled into my philosophy discussion with an open mind, ready to learn from my "more than capable" and "morally sound" assistant instructor. To begin the course, our humble teacher decided to get to know us better. So he inquired about what we kids were doing for fun those days. We bombarded him with talk of bars, bowling and other bull, and finally someone returned the question: What do you do for fun? His response: "Lots and lots of drugs."

