POWER TO THE PEOPLE?
Cal was much more conservative than me and would take a middle-of-the-road approach to student government.
Since I had already rebelled against the Roman Catholic Church because of their not allowing me to become a priest, I had little respect for their supposed leaders ~ especially those in our administration.
Purposely late most of the time for school council, I had already started to be totally repulsed by their disdain for our meetings agreements.
Seeking better privileges for our class that would apply to the underclassmen in upcoming years when they became Seniors, my petitioning the administration for a designated student parking lot (there was plenty of space now), permission to take our recess breaks on the football bleachers, to be able to walk or drive to local restaurants during our one-hour lunch period and be the first class to leave the school auditorium after assemblies, they would initially agree but rescind their promises the very next day.
Convinced that these weekly student administration meetings were a waste of time, I would confirm my feelings in The Senior Axis editorials and during our KEAG broadcasts at lunch ~ now more than ever signing off with a super passionate “Power to the People!!!”
St. Ignatius kicking our ass constantly in baseball, football and basketball, "The Table" decided to mete out our vengeance one very foggy Friday night by painting “Fuck St. Ignatius” on the immense block long pre-World War II reservoir next door to Riordan and on selected high visibility billboards around San Francisco.
On one of these occasions, a cop car put on his siren and lit up the Christmas tree and motioned us to come down immediately.
Precariously climbing down the billboard ladder, he told the three of us to jump into the back of his cruiser or he would handcuff us.
Scared out of our wits, we pleaded for mercy ~ which would be very tough, since he and his brothers had attended St. Ignatius.
Learning to tap dance very early in life to squirm my way out of trouble, thank God he gave us a break and told us to go home.
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.
+ through Divine Intimacy ~ He IS!