Reply #16: Yeah, my dad was a genuine Berkeley hippie.

[Xithras]

He told me once that he'd have dropped out like most of his friends, but my grandfather swore that he'd hunt him down and beat him to a bloody pulp if he didn't graduate. My grandfather had mortgaged his home to send my dad to Berkeley, and he didn't make idle threats :)

So he protested and smoked pot by day, and crammed for classes at night. He graduated, but only barely.

I expected a lot when I got there, but by the early 90's the campus was quiet. Still, being a CompSci major at Berkeley just as the Internet was going public and PC's were starting to penetrate the home was exciting from a geeky standpoint! There was no time for protesting...we were busy trying to change the world!