An Indiana teacher at Lake Central High School risks career to feed her addiction by allegedly snorting coke in the classroom.
A student recorded Samantha Cox using his cell phone and circulated the video on social media. In it, the 24-year-old teacher appears hunched over in her classroom, crushing up a line of an unnamed narcotic.
The Indiana sheriff’s department is holding Cox in a county jail pending charges.
Risks Career To Feed Her Addiction
Imagine, six years of college thrown away in an instant.
How will Samantha Cox ever land a credible teacher job again?
This story strikes home for me. It reminds me that addiction is an equal opportunity destroyer. Your education doesn’t matter. Your economic background amounts to peanuts.
If you have the disease of addiction, be prepared to lose everything unless you get sober.
When I was a supervisor at a Boys & Girls Club up in Massachusetts, I went into work high. At first, I didn’t think it was a big deal. A few of my coworkers smoked weed on their lunch breaks. Kids couldn’t smell it. We had eyedrops. I never second guessed my decision.
On the weekends, we all got together and partied. Occasionally, we popped a molly to help us stay awake while drinking. We snorted coke, joked around–on the surface, everything seemed fine.
As the guy in charge, I felt that bonding over our drinking and drug use increased morale.
Mondays came, Tuesdays sucked, but at least we all had a common ground. It united us against the big boss, a unpleasant behemoth with foul breath, a bad attitude, and tits the size of totem poles.
Dropping Out Before The Boss Catches On
My coworkers handled the silliness better than me. I got addicted to it.
I began licking the bags that held my ecstasy on Wednesdays before work. Around mid-day, I’d take an adderall in order to make it to closing time. This dude who worked part-time had a steady source of percocets. While he taught soccer to the five-year-olds, I’d join the came, make a goal, and then explain to the crowd of rugrats that Mr. Mike had to come talk to Mr. Cory for a second.
Thank goodness the kids we worked with were too young to be observant.
We popped our pills and went back to work, him teaching young ones how to kick and me, the second-in-command, making sure payroll was processed that day.
I managed to skid by like this for nine months. Then, one summer while partying in Provincetown, I tried methamphetamine.
I returned to work the following week with bags under my eyes from such little sleep.
I imagined all of my friends going home, sleeping in, refusing to party again until next summer.
When my alarm clock rang in the mornings, I began the day by smoking meth instead of drinking coffee.
I managed to keep it together for a few weeks.
Then, one day while on my lunch break, I snuck out the the car, bent over the back seat, and took a long, deep hit from my pipe.
That was it for me.
I quit my job that week.
Have You Ever Quit A Job Due To Your Drug Use?
A part of me anticipated that the next three years of my life would revolve around abusing and selling drugs.
I’m so thankful that I had sense enough to quit my job before I got caught.
Not that matters anyway. Today, I have two felony charges pending. I was never caught with drugs. But my criminal behavior was directly related to my drug use.
I feel bad for Samantha Cox. I’m sure she’s a bright lady. She did her job well. According to one source, she was popular among student at Lake Central High School.
So I ask you: have you ever quit a job because you knew your addiction was getting out of hand?
Perhaps you were fired instead.
Let me know in the comments below.
Or, shoot me an email. Only by talking about our wrongs can we make them right.