Potentially difficult trip, pleased by the outcome.

This happened a few weeks ago and I haven't had the chance to post about it until now.

I took an eighth with my boyfriend the day after my final exams. I told my parents I had to go into school that day so there was no risk of anything going wrong, I was feeling good. They took about 45 minutes before I noticed any difference, started feeling happier and colours started brightening. Then within 15 minutes I was tripping hard. Now all experiences I've ever had with mushies have been incredibly visual, this was no different. Like I'm talking pokemon falling from the ceiling and running around the room (video games usually play a part in my trips), patterns forming on the walls, things growing and shrinking, etc. It was the start of a good trip. That is until my phone buzzed, and I realized my english teacher was calling me.

I didn't pick up, then I got a text from her saying that I NEEDED to hand in my english assignment within the next hour or I would get a zero for it (I had some variation with my assessment because I was sick and thought the assignment was due next week, I was wrong). Anyway I figured I could ignore it... until my dad called. I missed the call, then he texted me with a very angry text telling me to go to student services RIGHT NOW and clear it up or else he would come and meet me and do it himself. Now, I know everyone who's ever taken shrooms knows how hard it is to deal with shit you don't wanna deal with when you're tripping, and I started thinking about it real hard and freaking out. Anyway, I texted dad back saying I would get it sorted (as i was texting him I had scales all over my hands and my phone screen was a vortex) and terrifyingly walked to school.

I was still tripping hard at this point. The trees were talking to me and waving at me. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself. My skin was a mass of scales, I looked lizard like in appearance (lizards are a reoccurring theme for me when I'm tripping) and my pupils were massive. I said to myself "it'll be ok. They can't see your scales. And your eyes are dark anyway." So I then walked to the front office and approached the lady at reception. \

She looked at me. I stared at her. I stared at her without saying anything because I was so confused. She said "um...can I help you?" I stared. Then stuttered "uhhh...um..I n-n-eed to see... uhh...." she gave me a funny look and asked if i was feeling ok. My boyfriend, who had taken shrooms but was hardly even tripping, seeing how I was struggling decided to step in and said to the lady "she's got a nasty fever but she needs to go speak to her english teacher." At this point I was still staring at the lady. Her hair was writing around and her eyes were growing and shrinking. She turned pink then green then pink again. I tried to shake myself to a more conscious state and managed to stop staring and attempted to look normal. With a sympathising look at someone who was clearly "very sick", she phoned the teacher and told us to go up and find her in her classroom.

At this point I realized the importance of what was about to happen and that if she realized what was going on I could easily be expelled. A wave of terror came over me and I felt like I was about to drown. That was a pivotal point. At that moment everything could have gone to shit and I could have had a very bad trip. But deep within my mind, the part of my brain that was clinging to reality by a thread said to me "you're stronger than a bad trip. You can do this and you need to stay calm". I managed to convince myself that everything might be ok. I tried to tell myself that I wasn't even tripping any more.

Of course I was still well and truly tripping, and this was obvious when I found my teacher and her face was melting and dripping onto the floor. Anyway to avoid boring you all with the details, I managed to somehow talk my way into getting a week long extension on my assignment, and I think I managed well enough. My boyfriend did say though that the whole time I had my hands contorted into funny shapes and that my mouth kept dropping open.

I'm proud that despite being put under circumstances that were quite mentally difficult while under the influence of shrooms, I managed to compose myself and get through it without becoming a blubbering mess. I'm still new to psychedelics but this gives me faith that I can handle myself well if the situation calls on it

 

Wow fuck, couldn't have done that.. I couldn't even talk to my teachers when I was stoned.

How was the rest of the trip? learn anything from that situation?

 

Very weird indeed but good job lol. @MeatyMushroom I go to class baked everyday almost the teachers in canadia don't really mind as some of my teachers used to be stoners as long as you smoke all your weed at lunch and use some visine you're fine here.

 

lol why did you trip at school? no way i wouldnt ever done that!!

BUT, a long time ago, i pissed off my landlords and my roomate was their lil bitch. well they got the idea to dose my coffee w/ lsa in the morning. so i drank it, went to work (at walmarts w/ lots of ppl!!) and was tripping for quite some time. oh and 2 days after that, (still tripping) they dosed my beer w/ coke to keep me up. i hardly slept in like a week. fucking sucked. but

I STILL KEPT MY JOB!!

 

Not saying I never got baked, I just couldn't hold a decent conversation cos we'd just caned a gram of shitly grown skunk in a biff just before the lesson... stupid as hell but seemed like a great idea at the time. Hindsight is a wonderful thing.

 

The rest of the trip was really good, left school and it felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I walked on the path and noticed how pretty and friendly all the trees were, how beautiful the sky was, and how great everything had turned out. I realized I have nothing to be upset about since my life is honestly wonderful and that everyone around me should realize how lucky they are to have the lives they do. On a side note, I also thought I could control time which was pretty cool.

I think the main thing I learned is that if the situation calls for it, I can sort of bring myself back to reality and think rationally. Hopefully I'm never put in a situation quite as serious, but it does give me a slight peace of mind knowing that I can handle pressure.