@PotomacBobThe year was 1993, it was two years after Soviet Union collapsed and my school moved countries and economic systems while staying in place. The local yearly inflation was 1000% and police would refuse to respond to calls saying their vehicles were out of fuel (and their salaries were often late by 3-5 months). That autumn I took over defunct school newspaper.
I was in 10th grade, and journalism was the last of my interests going into the project. Mostly I was sick of being nobody, wanted to impress the cool kids in-crowd and maybe win a girl. And by the end of the year the newspaper revenues roughly doubled my pocket money allowance. As for social game, I managed to become a power in own right and piss of everyone, the principal the most, but he was drunkard and knew I knew that. But I mostly failed at my initial goals.
Politics? My editorials were diatribes. Sex? I published poetry. Gossip? I had a gal reporting on school events with a pen so sharp and poisoned those articles were always scandals in own right.
Despite all that I had my own shelf in teacher's lounge, for correspondence. I was the official school newspaper, but I refused to take the pitiful school funds allocated for it to retain editorial independence, and didn't use school resources in any way, my editorial office and computers were off premises.
Paid adds? No. Seemingly, there were opportunities, frankly, I don't remember why it was so there was none. It's possible my format precluded it, I mean the NGO's I worked from, but that wouldn't have stopped me if I had considered it worth the hassle. I had paper and print for free* (paid by Soros, in effect, through a half dozen proxies) and sold the copies, and pocketed most of the revenue, paying small rewards to my staff and authors on my sole discretion. That was very probably illegal, and very certainly undocumented. I *did* try to distribute for free at first, but nobody read it, I had to sell it to be taken seriously.
I tried very hard to maintain at least once a month publication, incentivizing by participating in a city wide school newspaper collected journal managed by said NGO's and I distributed copies of that too. That had limited space of up to 3 double sided A4 pages for each participant, and I aimed to fill at least that. Occasionally I had extended local versions and special editions.
The old school newspaper was a wall-zine, they had a sizeable panel in hall they could fill with content, but despite having student staff, faculty curators and funds allocated, they had managed to produce next to exactly nothing in years, and I had no idea any of that even existed before I took it over.
Then, the previous year there was an underground publication irregularity produced by the unofficial drama club (the official drama club was defunct). I was a marginal party in that, but it was mostly ran by that year's seniors. It was done in typewriter and manual cutting and photocopy process. I inherited the remaining staff of that, actually forming my core.
Well, I didn't just come out the woods, I was approached during summer by the curator of said wall-zine and given pointers, and I took the bait and swallowed the hook, sinker, cord and the fishing rod whole. I did approach the school IT cabinet, but found that unworkable. So I went with the NGO directly and the now independent "New Technician's Center" with was ex-Soviet structure, that had originally been funded in Soviet militarily budget but under Education ministry oversight.
Anyhow, they had cobbled together a shared office space populated by a dozen donated Macbooks II with OS in Danish (we eventually reinstalled them to English) used by teams from about a dozen schools, in most part very cool people, some very infrequently, some very regularly. So we worked in actual software, PageMaker and QuarkXPress, but plans to go to typography never really worked out and the printing was done by a handful of industrial sized worn out Xeroxes that required finicky maintenance.
So yes, my editorial independence was indirectly curtailed by the office boss there, and my school curator both, but neither actually required signing off material beforehand, and could claim plausible deniability. I could get away with pretty much anything at least once, at least in local publication, the joint magazine inclusions were at least cursory looked over, but I don't remember of anything ever being rejected. Not even an artwork titled "Universe's Asshole".
(Edit: spot a stupid autocorrect)