A walk down memory lane...
November, 1989..
It’s College Day at Bronx high school of science. At the beginning of this, my junior year, we are all assigned a college advisor to assist us in navigating the dark waters of college selection and the minefield that is the financial aid process. On this particular day, all third year students meet with their faculty advisor and their parents to discuss their options, and strategize the upcoming application process.
We are all lined up, in pairs (or triads in rare cases), parent and student on a line that stretches all the way down the 400 feet from the guidance office to the boys locker room, and snakes around the labyrinthine hallway that comprises the basement level of the school, all the way to the cafeteria, awaiting our respective turns to pow wow with the shaman that is our advisor.
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