Totes. That guy covering Tupac at the beginning..

-Class of '00

Laugh if you want, but I actually didn't know who that song was by until last week. I was playing Changes on the piano up at the VA, and some old guy came up to me and started singing "Get a joooob". I was really offended at first, but then I looked it up on my phone and I discovered that, wow, it's a Bruce Hornsby song! Who knew?!

You haven't missed much. Every Bruce Hornsby track should be mixed with the sound of a dentist drill.

You can't leave school to get lunch now?

I was such a fucking loser in 90s public high school. I got transferred around because of my Bassoon so I was often biking miles and miles to school.. I was always jealous of the people at the school I wound up at then. Getting laid all the time, riding around in their dirtbikes, doing stupid pranks. Having parties, hating people who wore the same Poison Idea shirt every day... I guess in retrospect I don't regret one goddamn thing.

Boner it depends where you are. My school didn't have a pool, and the track field was next to a bowling alley and a McDonalds, or a Wendys, something about 3 blocks away. Across the street was a strip club, and by the McDonalds was another strip club. I'd get to school early for orchestra and often there were people passed out. If you got good grades you could go off campus but other than that I think it was probably for the best, serving shitty food that I didn't eat

3.5 gpas your senior year and you could go off campus. I dropped out a year before and took most of my classes at community college.

My school wasn't rich either (no pool, not even close) but it certainly wasn't run like a prison. Things have changed.

In my adult life I've encountered some people who did go to the really rich high schools. Man, do they coast through life.

My highschool had a pool, a computer lab, an indoor track, an outdoor track, eight tournament-grade squash courts, a science center with it's own lake, two waterfalls, three different dining areas, a wooden bridge, an arcade, an 80,000 s/f Arts Center designed by the legendary modernist architect IM Pei, and, in the late 1980s, a smoking room, down in the basement by the kitchen where all the Colombian immigrants worked.

Deerfield looked down on us, but we didn't mind slumming it. We may have been poor, but we kept it real.

We did NOT have any metal detectors, nor do we have them now. Not even after that fifteen-kid international cocaine ring bust last year, which was our largest cocaine trafficking bust in at least two decades.

We did call the FBI in once, though, because the son of a mafia boss got expelled and the headmaster feared a reprisal.

That's a nice new garage EvilHomer. What'd you use for the foundations?

oh cool, they have interviews throughout.

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Oh, it's in Jersey. Never mind.

29:00 karate and all that Eastern European shit.