- We found a series of catwalks that ran above the gym. It was closed and you had a series of doors you had to go through to get there. It felt like something

- We found a series of catwalks that ran above the gym. It was closed and you had a series of doors you had to go through to get there. It felt like something out of a movie. - Passages to the roof outside the normal fire escapes. - A bunch of underground tunnels (not steam tunnels) that ran under the school and connected to god knows where - all three tunnels ended at another set of locked double doors we couldn't seem to open with our lockpick set at the time. We think it may have been some 1940's bomb shelter or something. - The best was being in the maintenance rooms where they fixed stuff and had some really cool tools and tons of stuff in various stages of being torn apart. We also figured out the janitors had tools to break into the combination locks that secured all of our lockers which raised a few eyebrows. - All the outdoor storage areas. My school had four huge garages built into the side of a hill where all the sports equipment like track and field hurdles, landing mats, soccer goals and nets. They contained all kinds of balls and other things that probably shouldn't be stored there like jersey's, warm up suits, etc. It felt like stepping back into time since a lot of the stuff in there hadn't see the light of day since the 1970's. - Tons of empty storage rooms that were located throughout the school. This was the real reason we wanted to get those master keys. They just seemed completely random. Like in one hall, there were three, non-descript doors. No "Maintenance Only" or "No Students Allowed" posted on them. You'd almost miss them if you didn't recognize them. Some were empty, other held trophies from the 50's and 60's. Others had boxes and boxes of financial and academic records of students from long ago. Others had political flyers and pins from the 70's and 80's. The one thing I was really proud of is that we didn't do anything nefarious. We explored the school and never vandalized anything and for the most part were responsible with the power we had. The several classes after us did the same thing, pushing farther and discovering even more nooks and crannies that they would share with the rest of the groups that came before them over pizza and pop and the local Pizza Hut. When I read the books about the early hackers at MIT, exploring building 26, I finally knew what they felt like.