I see a lot of people talking about their run-in's with the police and such, so I decided to weigh in with today’s conversation I had about being a
cook.
For context, i’m in highschool.
The principal of my school asked me to come to a meeting halfway through one of my classes. Surprised, I went, only to find my counsellor, chemistry
teacher and both of my parents. Apparently, someone had “tipped off” the school that I was cooking MDA and selling it at school. That was a shock.
I figure they got MDA due to my science fair project, which is extracting piperine from black pepper, and determining the purity from various
extraction solvents. Indeed, one of the teachers even made a joke to me about making MDMA from the remains of my project. But how it became a rumor I
have no idea.
My chemistry teacher, who has known me for quite some time, who’s seen my freaking lab, was accusing me of cooking. The principle even said that she
was debating calling the RCMP. (Canadian cops) There were questions of if I was in local gangs, if I knew how to make drugs, etc. Obviously, I denied
the allegations. But… I was removed from one of my classes and accused of being a drug cook by the teacher i am closest to at my school, and my
parents.
All because of my hobby and my passion.
I love chemistry, but it feels like this is dangerous to me. Someone at my school hates me enough to fake stories about drug cookery, all because of
what I love, and the administration bought into it.
Before they can “clear” me, (whatever the fuck that means) they have to have an RCMP officer look around my lab. Maybe he’ll decide that my
KMnO4 is too dangerous, it is a restricted chemical in canada after all. Maybe he’ll decide that a teenage boy shouldn’t own chloroform. Maybe he
too will decide that I am making drugs.
Fuck the bureaucrats. My passion has helped me through depression and self harm. What will I do if they take my coping mechanism away? All because of
one ill informed police officer, or one assholistic jerk at my school who decided to fuck up my life.
Everyone of us has a story like this, where our passion has got us into unjust trouble because of a society that views us as a threat.
I’m not Walter White. I’m a barely a chemist.
But nobody listens to us anyway. They all think we’re cooks. Fuck ‘em.
Thanks for reading.
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