was made of stones of light.
Tag: Kent School
up ‘n at ’em
something I never was before in my life. I lived in a haze of cigarette smoke, tons of coffee, and mixed drink hangovers. At the tender age of 18, 19, 20. It must have been a pathetic and disturbing sight to people who watched. And sex. At that time I was less incapable than I … Continue reading up ‘n at ’em
About Kent School. At Kent, we used to say, "Give it a K K K for Kent School." I just didn't think we even knew what we knew what we were saying. (giggle) Of course we did! But I wasn't like that! So, about Harlem. And South Philly. Black People are in a state of … Continue reading
the Advocate
So, at Harvard things were upside down. I finally found my place with other smokers on the undergraduate literary magazine, The Harvard Advocate. I met a man there who rocked my socks. He brought to mind the high school English teacher. Mr. Gould (now decesased) at Kent School, with whom I had been completely obsessed … Continue reading the Advocate
Lifelong trouble
I just processed that a significant part if my life trouble came from my imprinting on my black roommate my freshman year in high school at Wayland School. I identified as black without realizing it, we were so close. And then at the end of it she said i was prejudiced. I was so confused. … Continue reading Lifelong trouble
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