Sort of like the show Quantum Leap except leaping into yourself like Sam did in one episode?
Would that be my freshman year before my mom knew she had cancer and my locker was in the NW corner of the school, or my junior year after we had buried mom and my locker was in the corridor between the library and lunch room? My lock I could pick (the handle jumped when the number was hit) and was always alphabetically by class and next to my best friend at the time. Band practice would be a pain as I haven’t played in 25 years. My phys ed locker location and combination I’d never remember. I’d be able to keep up with most of my classes if only from being the go to homework helper for my kids and some of their friends in the recent past. My attitude as to what is important in the class lectures is what would get me in trouble. I am much more cynical now.
Back when I was in high school I could buy those for cover price.
And I did.
Unfortunately, they met the fate of most of those issue’s run. Sigh.