Seven required classes 9 through 12. No free periods. Off campus permits were tough to come by, but we stole readmits by the stack from the office. Used to go smoke weed in my friend's Vanagon during classes we didn't want to go to and then just use the readmit the next day to get back into class. It was a weird system. The best was that there were two lunch periods, though. As a freshman, we used to pretend to not know which lunch we had (we had a rotating schedule) so we could be late to any classes that were on 2nd lunch. Our Spanish teacher never caught on. He was a pushover, though. We locked him out of class once and threw all of his stuff from the walls out the window. It was a third story classroom. In hindsight, that was probably too far.