One of the interesting things about Berkeley schools is that the public ones are also full of kids who’s parents aren’t as “Berkeley” as the people posting here most of the time. You know, those kids you all say wouldn’t trade you for your sprout and marmite sandwich when you were a kid. Who are those other kids? Do they think that show “Parenthood” is totally realistic? Who knows? What I know is YMISBers were a little embarrassed having to try to integrate with “those other” kids.
Your mom is so Berkeley…
...you thought about booing when then VP Bush and Gov. Deukmajian visited your elementary school.
… she put a Geraldine Ferraro for Vice President button on your backpack for your first day of kindergarten (and you thought it was tight)
…she was disappointed when you majored in neuro-science/pre-med. She kept asking why you didn't want to become a painter.
…she slept with Mr. Panasenko possibly while underage.
…she cringed when you told her in Junior High it "might" be fun to be a cheerleader!
…she sent you to a charter school and made sure you knew it wasn’t fair that charter schools existed because they take away cash from public schools and they represent the privatization of public institutions
…she enrolled you in the Black Panther’s pre-school when she moved to town without noticing the guys with guns standing around.
… she knew when you cut class cuz she either ran into you on Shattuck Ave. (or Telegraph) or someone else's mom did and told her.
… she bought you didgeridoo lessons, and complained to the principal when the jazz ensemble refused to write parts for it.
…she sent you to "Blue Fairy Land" for kindergarten.
…she helped you with your second grade petition against partially hydrogenated oils in school snacks, and wrote about you to the guy with the Oreo lawsuit. "Don't hydrogenate me!"
…she taught the person who started this group at Longfellow.