I recall one thing in particular. Sophomore year, English class, Mr. Collins and everybody except Rudy Tovar, throwing spit balls. Someone hit Ed Piguet in the mouth with one and we all died laughing, including him. Anyway, it wasn’t long before Fr. Rivoire came into the class after that as a religion teacher, slamming his books down on the teacher’s table. We all straightened up after that.
