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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 2001
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Stuy, on the other side of West Side Highway 2001 |
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Me, outside Stuy's front door 5/2/2005
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Nice view of Stuy from Hudson River
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