PART 1:
When I came out of the Holland Tunnel, I made a wrong turn and ended up on Hudson Street - my old neighborhood. What a trip seeing it after all these years. I was trying to get the files in my brain of Manhattan to the forefront "C'mon! You KNOW this city like the back of your hand!" I made a right and there it was: my former high school. The High School I attended for the last year and a half of my educational life.
And one memory came back stronger than ever: the Principal calling my Mother in to his office to ask her if I was on drugs, because I was always tired. My mother defending me telling the Principal, "No! She's not on drugs, she has been dancing at the clubs!" and proceeded to mention the bold faced names I was hanging out with in the music world.
I'm sure that soothed the Principal to no end.
And one memory came back stronger than ever: the Principal calling my Mother in to his office to ask her if I was on drugs, because I was always tired. My mother defending me telling the Principal, "No! She's not on drugs, she has been dancing at the clubs!" and proceeded to mention the bold faced names I was hanging out with in the music world.
I'm sure that soothed the Principal to no end.
I had strong feelings about this school, and thought I would never walk by it upon my return.
Seeing it so unexpectedly,
I felt triumph,
not fear.
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