Ahh.. remembering the good old days at
BHS...pulling the fire alarm 5 days in a
row...drawing all over the walls...filling up
someones locker with 2 bottles of
ketchup...kung foo fightin... making MEN
cry...I seriously think I have jacked more
books from the BHS Library than I have
fingers and toes too...
...and then of course the bad days like
paying for the vandelism and turning off
ALL the lights in the theater while a
dozen police and firefighters were in the
house. Whoops.
Emmanuel Hall AKA: The Blizzard
BHS C/O 02! bitches!
It was the best of times, it was the
worst of times....leaning heavily
towards the latter. Berkeley High was
the strangest place to go through
teen-dom. I went for feshman and
half of soph. year and then went to
Maybeck thinking I might learn
something...or at least go to class. I
came back senior year since I had
spent most of my time walking down
bancroft to check up with friends
when I wasn't there anyways. I was an
ok student starting off, and by second
semester senior year I wouldn't even
go so far as to call myself "student".
If it wasn't for Mr. Wild and beging my
science teacher, I never would have
graduated. I should have taken the
CHSPE when I had the chance!!
Mayhem best describes this school,
and only therapy and rehab can help
you understand the real education
you get from this fucked up/
wonderful place. Like someone else
said, B-High is the deffinition of a
love hate relationship. Peace out to
the teachers who managed to teach
me something. Thanks alot B-hive
Okay 0 there are lots of testimonials
from people who graduated in the last
few years... let's hear it for class of
1986. That's right - 1986 kids. I went
to BHS when you could SMOKE on campus,
when you could leave for lunch, when the
yearbook was filled with photos of kids
drinking alcohol (the last year of that
was 1985), when you could take a biology
class that consisted of Walt Disney's
True Life Adventures movies (every
Monday), when the Grateful Dead played
in the auditorium for a week straight,
when the world thought that the famine
in Africa was as bad as things get and
AIDS was called "gay cancer". The punks
were cool, the preps were lame and
everyone got along fine. BHS put the
"high" in High School and the "hell" in
hella.
We were hella rad!
-R.I.P Mr.Dickey
our shit together and have a boomin' reunion. Or
not.
BHS...pulling the fire alarm 5 days in a
row...drawing all over the walls...filling up
someones locker with 2 bottles of
ketchup...kung foo fightin... making MEN
cry...I seriously think I have jacked more
books from the BHS Library than I have
fingers and toes too...
...and then of course the bad days like
paying for the vandelism and turning off
ALL the lights in the theater while a
dozen police and firefighters were in the
house. Whoops.
Emmanuel Hall AKA: The Blizzard
BHS C/O 02! bitches!
Reunion
Saturday, June 18, 2005
The Shattuck Hotel
2086 Allston Way
Berkeley, California 94704
9:00 pm 2:00 am
Register online at:
www.berkeleyhigh1995.com or call:
510 528 4915
$40 early registration before June 10th,
$50 registration from June 11- June 17,
and $60 late registration on June 18 (at
the door).
worst of times....leaning heavily
towards the latter. Berkeley High was
the strangest place to go through
teen-dom. I went for feshman and
half of soph. year and then went to
Maybeck thinking I might learn
something...or at least go to class. I
came back senior year since I had
spent most of my time walking down
bancroft to check up with friends
when I wasn't there anyways. I was an
ok student starting off, and by second
semester senior year I wouldn't even
go so far as to call myself "student".
If it wasn't for Mr. Wild and beging my
science teacher, I never would have
graduated. I should have taken the
CHSPE when I had the chance!!
Mayhem best describes this school,
and only therapy and rehab can help
you understand the real education
you get from this fucked up/
wonderful place. Like someone else
said, B-High is the deffinition of a
love hate relationship. Peace out to
the teachers who managed to teach
me something. Thanks alot B-hive
from people who graduated in the last
few years... let's hear it for class of
1986. That's right - 1986 kids. I went
to BHS when you could SMOKE on campus,
when you could leave for lunch, when the
yearbook was filled with photos of kids
drinking alcohol (the last year of that
was 1985), when you could take a biology
class that consisted of Walt Disney's
True Life Adventures movies (every
Monday), when the Grateful Dead played
in the auditorium for a week straight,
when the world thought that the famine
in Africa was as bad as things get and
AIDS was called "gay cancer". The punks
were cool, the preps were lame and
everyone got along fine. BHS put the
"high" in High School and the "hell" in
hella.
We were hella rad!
HORROR!