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electronic metronome in. Now, this was in the morning before school, and after I put it in there, I could barely hear it ticking. Nobody was going to be tricked by this if they couldn't even hear it! I'm thinking: What a bummer and what a waste if this thing isn't going to work. But when I came out of my last final that day, my counselor walked up to me and said: "Steve, the vice principal wants to see you in his office." This was a bad sign. Then again, I thought maybe there was a chance I was getting the math award for a math contest I had recently competed in and that's why he wanted to see me. So I didn't know for sure if I was in trouble or not.
Well, I sat in the chair in the office waiting for the vice principal to come in, and all of a sudden this police officer walks in the door carrying a box with wires coming out of it. And I just thought, Oh my god, they called the bomb demolition squad! Then they called me into a room and a cop said, "Look, your buddy told us everything." I figured the guy who told them was this guy I knew, Jerry, who was the only friend I'd told about the plan. But no, I later found out it was a mistake on my own part that got me caught. I realized many years later that they meant they had actually heard it from Bill Werner, whose locker they found it in. Turns out they'd hauled him out of a final—he looked at the design and said, "Oh, I know those components. Woz did it." Well, that's what I get for using some of the same parts Mr. Taylor, who lived next door to me, paid Electronics Kids like me and Bill Werner with when we worked in his yard.
So I could've denied it at that point, when I still thought it was Jerry who told them, and in fact, we all had an agreement that none of us involved in a prank would ever tell on the other ones. But anyway, I knew I was in big trouble, and finally they sat me down with the principal, and the vice principal, the counselor,
the dean, and two police officers. And the principal starts telling me how the English teacher, Mr. Stottlemeier, had heard a ticking sound in the locker. The principal, Mr. Bryld, told me how he opened the locker, clutched the device to his chest, and then ran all the way out to the football field and dismantled it!
I started laughing, even though I was trying not to, so then I tried to cough to cover it up. But I couldn't even do that, because I knew I had rigged the metronome with a switched resistor to start ticking faster when someone opened up the locker door.
I'll tell you, laughing about that—and how could I not laugh— well, it didn't fix the problem any. They debated for a while what to do with me, and decided to send me to juvenile hall—that's right, juvie!—for a night. Just one night.
The principal was terribly upset because there had been some actual bomb threats at the school a few weeks earlier. This wasn't a bomb. It was a metronome, a joke. But I still had to go to juvie that one night, and I did make some good use of my time while I was there. I thought: Well, what do they always say about prisoners in prisons? That they teach each other crimes. So I did my fair share. I pointed out to all these big tough guys in juvie how to remove the electrical wires on the ceiling fan. I said, "Take those wires off and touch them to the bars when the jailer comes to open the bars and he'll get shocked!" I sure had a fun time there. All those guys in there treated me really nice. This is way, way before it was cool to be a nerd, of course.
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Later, much later, I found a group where being a nerd was cooler. In the mid-1970s, a couple of years before we started Apple, I joined a club called the Homebrew Computer Club. I loved this group and attended almost every meeting from the time they started meeting in Gordon French's garage in Menlo Park every other Wednesday from 1975 up until 1977, the year we incorporated Apple. These people had the same dream I
had—to learn how to build a computer everyone could afford and