It’s
so embarrassing, but I have always been such a goody two-shoes. I repeatedly received
Citizen of the Month awards throughout elementary school, I only ditched class
once in high school, and only missed on class in college because I was sick. I’ve
never shoplifted. I’ve never had a meltdown that resulted in a shaved
head. I’ve never even twerked (but that’s
really because my tush can’t move like that). I also never got into drugs— and
for that, I have to credit Francine Pascal, the author of the Sweet Valley High books.
It
was book #40. Regina Morrow was devastated by a break-up and started to hang
around with the wrong crowd. She went to a party and did coke for the first
time. And guess what happened? She died of an overdose. That’s right … she
DIED!
I
DON’T WANT TO DIE!
So,
you know, I say no to drugs.
And
that’s why I don’t feel like a hypocrite when I tell all of you to say not to “drug.”
It is not the past tense of “drag.” “Dragged” is the past tense of “drag.”
Stay away from "drug"!
