I know it's past Halloween, but, this really creeped me out.
The entire time I was a teenager, my room wasn't searched, ever by my parents.
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I grew up in the 70's and early 80's. Drugs were readily available, if I had wanted them. I also knew where to hide stuff in my room so that my parents wouldn't find them. However, other than a pack of cigarettes and my tarot cards, I had no reason to hide anything. When my dad found the cigarettes, he read me the riot act because he was a former smoker and it had ruined his lungs. (He ultimately died from COPD.) I got rid of them and never bought another pack.
He never did find my tarot cards. 
I never realized just how sneaky I was as a teenager. I didn't hide stuff in my room - except for money, which went into pink or yellow album covers. I had a couple hundred albums so it would have taken a long time to find my measly few dollars.
The trick is to hide your stash close to whatever you grab on your way out: coat closet, drawer with keys, and stuff like that. You grab your stuff discretely as you reach for your jacket and housekey.
If you think that your folks are jonezin' for authoritarian control, even outside in a protected area is good. We had a cubbyhole with a door outside for milk deliveries. A little hook screwed into the wall over the outside door was an excellent place to hang stuff. Tucked up under the siding over the basement wall behind the juniper bush was another.
Hiding stuff in your room is amateur. 
