and I could count maybe 50 white kids in the picture. But here's the thing. I don't remember knowing that, or thinking about that, at the time. That pretty much sums up my high school. It wasn't a great

school. It was a 70's experiment in open design and a whole mess of the teachers were stoners. But man, people got along. There weren't cliques, and there weren't bullies, and there wasn't friction. So much

so that I never even took notice of the fact that I "could" have felt weird or different or excluded.

I had a crap "education" there. I somehow managed to score well enough on the SAT to get me into a good college and then discovered just HOW crap it was, but I loved it, and it was fun and friendly and safe

You know it was the same for me, I was definitely a minority in my school and never really was aware of it until looking at my yearbook. Makes sense when we think about the area though.