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.
|Last Updated: December 30, 2006|