James becomes bored, getting the general idea of teaching at the school down pat. Or at least enough to get by. He thinks of all of his high school days as though they were yesterday. He was a burnout in high school, always skipping class to find a safe place to smoke marijuana, trying to divine ancient knowledge through deep meditation and whatnot.
After his final year in college, he gave up on smoking for his girlfriend. Now seemed like a decent time to do it, though he needed to find somewhere private to get his stone on. His room would be a good place, nobody was there, and he had a good hour before classes started. James walks over to the door, opens it, and walks out.
After reaching his room, he rummages through his brief case, and pops open his secret compartment. Inside of it are a lighter, a large bag of weed, and a small pipe. He prepares the pipe, and lights up, taking a deep toke. He holds it in for a while, and blows out slowly, letting smoke drift from his mouth. He puts his feet on his desk, and looks at the pipe. It is invisible due to being in such close proximity to his body, but the smoke is not. He leans back, and waits.
(I figured this RP needed a bad teacher/ stoner for some fun. Legalize, or Pop Tarts!)
