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Oh god a chance to tell this story. *rubs hands*So this is the late 1990s, I was a sophomore in high school, computer hacking is still somewhat unknown to people, geeks are still universally teased, this is before the internet really went mainstream. I’d learned, via Slashdot, of a rootkit for Windows called Back Orifice, and wanted to try it out at school, since I only had the one computer at home and I was not going to rootkit that. I brought the client and server with me on a floppy disk, fired up the client first on a networked Windows terminal in CAD class, and let it do its port scan of the school network. Several machines had already been infected.So I had this conception in my head of trying to get the school to fix this because I knew I wasn’t the only budding script kiddie at this school and if I could screw something up with this, someone else could really screw something up. But more importantly, this was my chance to play hero. Except the district IT staff were complete incompetents. Worse, they were bureaucrats. I got stonewalled with dual claims of “we have antivirus, so we’re fine” and “we don’t have the budget to fix this,” and since I was raised by hugely conservative parents this all translated to “we’re idiots funded by government grants that we’ve already embezzled.”So since they weren’t going to take my warnings of impending doom seriously, I decided “fuck it” and decided to start having some harmless fun with it. I used the client to send a simple dialog box text message to every infected computer in my internet publishing class. The teacher saw it, knew it was me (because I’d been the one making a stink over this), and decided this was HIS opportunity to play hero, at my expense. He ratted me out to the administration, further made up a blatant lie about port scanning being a felony, and pushed for my expulsion. In the ensuing parent-teacher-principal discussions, my dad flat out threatened to sue the school if I was expelled.Here’s where this gets funny. The district had a standing policy where any student who wished to use a school computer had to sign a liability waiver before they’d be allowed to use the school’s computers. I remember being handed the form, I put it in my backpack, and forgot about it within ten seconds. The school never enforced collecting the things.They were going to expel me, but instead gave me a Saturday school, which resulted in near-instantaneous street cred for “hacking,” (their charge, not mine), to where I went from a social outcast to a minor celebrity in pretty much one long weekend. I only figured out why the school relented when, at the start of the following semester, I had CAD class for first period, and the computer lab was locked with two school resource officers standing guard. Everyone had to sign liability waivers and hand them back in before the officers would unlock the computer labs, and I was getting glares.Fun thing is, I’m pretty sure those forms couldn’t be enforced in court, as minors, being minors, shouldn’t be able to waive anyone’s liability in anything. Never got to test that though.

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