Junipero Serra High School

The stadium sucks. Happy to pay the $ 3 per person entry fee. Sorry to learn that none of it goes back into maintenance.

First time in this nieghborhood… so clean, quiet like the American Dream with the white picket fence.
Came here to support my friend Justin’s Frisbee League GO TEAM GROWLERS! Played on the Serra High School Field.
It was amaaazzziiiinnnggg!!! super fun. San Diego vs. Seattle. At first i thought the league was similar to Vavi Sports but nope its a real team ha! I guess its a West Coast thing. My friend is the Owner (also a player) of the SD team that he started this year. Extremely proud of this guy. I remember he used to play for fun on the weekends, i guess it got serious and started the SD team. Next weekend they’ll be playing Los Angeles then Vancouver!!!
Its a lot of fun. Frisbee meets football. I’m taking my nephew and niece to the game next weekend.
Tickets are 15 $ at the door, unless you know somebody or youre a student, military id, senior its 10 $. They have nachos, draaanks, goodies, food truck and ½ time show for your entertainment.
Its open to all ages.
Unfortunately SD didnt win! But the fun is all that matters.

I wouldn’t send my kids here

My teachers where nice and I have nice friends as well but I went on CBI with ms Alice Kim and with mr Aron French and mr c and my friends like Sharon Tay Steven and me as we’ll but a work at coffe cart thure the school to delver coffe, tea, food, and drinks as well

Not sure how 1998 is going to reflect on SHS today either. But I’m going to talk about about it anyways. I went to SHS from 94 – 98. It was a time when it was cool to glorify «gangster» lifestyle. I think it’s dumb. The part when people glorified it that is.
It sucked if you didn’t have a car, or you don’t have a friend that have one. You’d be stuck on the «island in the hills». You weren’t going anywhere. Pagers were the things to have, I’m not talking about blackberry pagers… I’m talking about ones when you get a call you have to find a pay phone to call the caller back… or using alphanumerics (it’s like texting but it isn’t)
Other than that, people were for the most part trying to do their own thing. In general, you still have your major stereo-​typical groups, but as time went on new types of groups come about. I was an j-​rotc kid back then.
I didn’t like high school (SHS in particular) nor most of my classmates to even bother to show up at my 10 YR Reuion. Even though I wasn’t doing anything that day. But looking back, I don’t think I hate it as much as I thought I did.

My alma mater… Class of ’89 represent!
How does one review 4 years’ worth of memories filled with teen angst and hormones. I suppose I’ll try and be zen about it. We all know High School sucks, so that’s a given. For those of you few lucky souls out there who had a wonderful high school experience, kicked ass at football, or if you were CIF champ and hung out with the cool ASB kids, then… hmmm. you probably won’t really relate to this review at all. If, however, you were wondering what kind of sick and twisted psychotic rollercoaster you’d been thrown on for four years as your life sped towards adulthood, then you definitely dig where I’m coming from.
As far as education was concerned, I didn’t really get that good of an education at Serra High. Sorry to say… AP classes… check. I took AP English, AP Math, AP Biology and AP History. I graduated with an adjusted GPA north of 4.3 and I still got my brain chewed up and spit out after a couple of years at UC Berkeley in the college of Engineering. AP Math apparently did a good enough job to get me a 5 on the AP exam, but I still got my ass kicked in Math 1B at Cal. English? I got a 5 there too and haven’t had much opportunity to test my lyrical and poetic skills since then. They don’t really give a shit if you can write or not when you’re an engineering major. AP Biology… Now that was a serious bitch! That was the only true class that challenged me. Rick Halsey taught well and hard, and if only all the classes had been as challenging, then maybe I’d have stood a better chance at Cal. For what it’s worth, I ended up graduating 7 years later from UCSD with a BS in Computer Science, so I still made out ok. but yeah, the education I got here wasn’t the best.
Now as far as friends and the high school social experiment, here’s how it broke down between 86 and 89, while I attended Serra. You had, of course, the jocks. You had also the «in» crowd, consisting primarily of ASB and Yearbook students. You had the metalheads, the drama crew, the rejects, the skaterz, and just about everyone else… Actually, one thing that *was* nice about Serra is that the lines weren’t firmly drawn and I saw many a teen move freely between these different circles. I for one started out hanging out with the rejects and the skaters and slowly made my way as a «satellite» to the in crowd thanks to my working on the newspaper staff, which is always a good in. Sadly, though, I’ll tell you that I don’t keep in touch with anyone from High school save for 2 or 3 good friends who remain good friends today. All the others, nice as they were, all somehow dissipated from my life.
Other than that, well… Serra was full of suburban angst, fueled at the time probably more than a little by the communist threat (recall the nuclear drills?) and the fact that Murphy Canyon and lots of military families lived nearby. This said angst fueled a need to escape and a neverending quest for underage drinking in the form of keggers at people’s houses or at hotels in Mission Circle. Drugs? Thankfully, I didn’t see too much of it in High school and I don’t think many students abused drugs. I did have someone try to sell me crack at some party in Tierrasanta a few weeks before graduation, but after I declined his offer, he didn’t insist, so either he was just bullshitting or he was at the very least not too much of a pushy dealer. I was happy at the time merely abusing alcohol and doing beer bongs.
Nostalgia? For high school… nah, not so much. I didn’t have a hellish time, but it certainly wasn’t all that pleasant either. There were some memorable moments which I hold close to heart, even if they were shared with people that have long since dissipated from my existence.