August 1990, Woodburn, OR.
My instructors were Guy Pierce, (yes of the GB) and Don Arnoux. Both had been our C.O.s prior to the school, and our house was the designated Phone house (meaning the C.O.s would come to our home to use the phone during their stay in my hometown.) So by the time of Pio. School, I knew them fairly well.
I certainly don't have an interesting doctrinal story to tell like Euph, , but 1990 was the launch year for the "Illuminators" rewrite. It was very exciting, there were now WIDE MARGINS, LOL. Also, besides minor revisions, there was an entire new chapter specifically about the NWT. Very exciting. Yes, I'm being sarcastic, but at the time it was very exciting for some of us who lived and breathed the organization.
Like some of the others on this thread, I loved the school environment and learning new stuff, so I had a good time at Pio Sch. Plus I had my own little room, no roommate. In retrospect, I realize I really didn't learn anything, and the chapter on the NWT is infantile in its reasoning, but at the time... very exciting. HA!
The instructors were polar opposites, though both always very friendly and kind to me. Arnoux was like someone's grandpa, and actually was a grandpa, having entered into circuit work after raising his son. Pierce is also a parent (step-dad I believe. I have met his son, he is at bethel also.) Arnoux was really bad with names and faces. I mean REALLY bad. There were two girls in the class with similar hair color, and he couldn't keep them straight for anything. They switched places at the beginning of the second week, and Arnoux carried on for two days before he figured out their trick. Pierce noticed the second he walked in the door, but didn't give up the joke. Silly, but memorable.
There was a sister there who had taken three tries at pioneering, and had finally made it to school, causing herself great hardship. She stopped pioneering shortly after school, and later left the organization. Last I heard though, she still believed it all, though her daughters had made their total escape, earning the label of "apostate."
I don't keep in touch with any from my school, but last I heard, only three (not counting me) had left the organization. It was a pretty hard-core group.
Well, that's enough of that. LOL.