Adventures in High School – Starting out

A metal folding chair whizzed past my head. It was 1968, and I was a freshman at Gonzaga College High School. If I’d been tall enough to go on an amusement park ride, I would have been seriously injured. That’s my first memory of high school. The seniors wore coats and ties, but they were over-muscled barbarians who smoked, cursed, and enforced arcane rules (don’t step on the seal!) that were inevitably broken. They preyed on freshmen, snatching them off their feet as they walked to class and...