during my junior or senior year - i can't recall which - i somehow managed to juggle my schedule such that i was done with classes by 1pm. i was the only one who did this (it required the questionable decision to take biology over the summer), and consequently, i had one to two free hours between the end of my school day and the end of my friends'. my only recollection of how i filled this time was screwing around in novel ways.

like crashing one of berkeley high's latin classes.

"i'm assuming cody's high school had various student-organized collectives who published zines to keep the other students informed"

my high school was a strange place. it was pretty large (approximately 3200 students when i attended) and one of berkeley's few remaining reservoirs of reflexive rebellion. the student body worshiped ungovernability; bringing order to chaos required first showing cause, and adults usually couldn't. a lot weird stuff i remember turned out to be shockingly relevant to my adult life. berkeley high was, in many ways, closer to a community college than a high school - and a weird one at that.

i've told enough odd stories about my experiences there that one of my friends suggested i write them down. it sounded like a fun idea.