Anyhow, to get back to the story...

I really loved working for Milo. It wasn't for long. I guess the powers that be SPHS descided I needed to concentrate more on my studys. I probably would have worked for Milo for free, but don't tell him that.

It was about mid-spring 1977 and I had been attending school at S.P.H.S. for about three weeks at that point in time. I was having a little trouble adjusting from school in Riverside Ca. to a totaly different system. Much more disciplin, very strict.

We had to wear uniforms for one thing. It too my Dad a while to get them for my brother and I. Angel Nunez was the Principal and taught several classes. I remember the first encounter we had was over those stupid uniforms. I felt it wasn't me fault it was taking so long for the to be made. But apperantly Teacher Angel disagreed. Let's just say I can tell you folks about a little rope he used to carry in his pocket, as one of his disciplinary measures.

He had another. Actually the little rope was a joke. The first time he hit me with it, I just about laughed. I wasn't sure if I admired his nerve, or it was the stress created by my suppressing the urge to knock his teeth down his throut. Any way I also spent the weekend cutting back the brush with a machete, and If I didn,t have any respect for Mr. Nunez then, I did by monday morning.

There were a few more clashes with teacher Angel. I did my best to escape from what I called San Pedro Penitentary, But I keep coming back for more, I guess I was just a glutton for
punishment.

At Least I had plenty of Summer and Spring Breaks to break up the monotony. I'll get to those tales later...