When I got my wisdom teeth out a few years ago I had to go to school on the third day of recovery, so I was still massively swollen and in pain and bleeding a little bit, so my mom let me take a vicodin before I left. It kicked in just as I sat down for first period where a lady had come in to talk to us about college and our options and what to do and whatnot. Now, before that day, and after that day (as long as a day was not clouded by percocet or vicodin), I have expressed no immediate interest in college. I look at it as something I'll get to eventually when I figure out what I want to do. But on this day, after my glorious vicodin had kicked in, turning my world into swirls of tranquil joy, I knew I needed to go to college. I needed to do a great thing with my life, and it was all because of this lady.
A couple hours later the pill wore off and I said fuck that. Anyway the point is sometimes drugs are great and sometimes they make you want to go to college.