I remember back in the day when I was first caught smoking cigarettes with my friends, during which time we were skipping a class and missing on the important GCSE coursework that was apparently going to get us into college.  It was a great day.

The lecture was a lot of fun.  First from the principal, who told us that if we didn’t clean up our act and do a better job in our A level coursework, that we would never get into a good college and basically we would end up my street bums, begging for a living.

The next lecture, from my parents, was even better.  They brought the whole issue of coursework into the conversation as well, but to hear from them being a street bum and begging for a living would be such a step up from where I was going to end up.

Wow!  All this, from smoking a cigarette.