TR GOES TO HIGH SCHOOL
A couple of weeks ago my old pal Roxanne tracked me
down. Roxanne and I attended an
alternative high school together waaaaay back, when “alternative” meant
something like “creative free spirit” instead of “delinquent” like it does now. The program was called “New School,”
and in practice it created a small, close community with lots of personal
attention. We didn’t just take classes,
we completed “learning contracts.” We
didn’t get grades, we got anecdotal evaluations that described our
accomplishments in a full paragraph rather than a single letter. New School rocked, and immediately after I
graduated, it folded. Pity.
Roxanne was and is a gifted artist. She sent me this pic of a recent
project. These bees are made out of cut
She also sent me this pic, which she unearthed from her dusty
attic. New School involved a lot of
off-campus trips we called “retreats.”
Here’s a group of us during the 1981-82 or possibly 82-83 school year. Which grubby 16-17 year old do you suppose is
moi? (You can make the picture bigger by clicking on it.)
I’m in the middle, with the enormous owl glasses, holding some unidentifiable object that apparently was important at the time.
Roxanne is standing next to me, with the frisbee. And, in contacting me, she also reconnected me with Doug, the guy in the back with the cup. He’s my new best friend, because he lives in London now and says I can stay in his guest house. Helloooo, Doug!