The High School...

It was a test of my ego at the extreme. Living day-in and day-out with NYC's brightest students meant that you either feel right at home... or you felt kinda stupid. I was the latter. Four years of hard work and low self-esteem, especially after the college rejection letters came in batches, in the end, going to Stuyvesant meant that I was more than prepared for college - and that it was all worth it.


Stuy's second floor entrance



Stuy, on the other side

of West Side Highway


Me, outside Stuy's front door



Nice view of Stuy from Hudson




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Last Updated: December 30, 2006