"Look at this Alien" by Rayner Ramirez
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"Look at this Alien" by Rayner Ramirez |
I opened my email yesterday to find this picture from my friend Rayner. I remember that day:
I'm in my early-20s and live in Forte Green. I'm sharing an apartment with my wanna-be rich Aunt and my lovely grandmother. We live on Washington, right off of Dekalb.
I'm going to Lang. Lang is this small college in the West Village. It's so small, that it's not out of the ordinary to sit in a class with just you, the professor and one other student.
It was before I understood the role of marketing- so when I read about Eugene Lang College, I fell in love. My high school history teacher at Washington Irving was horrified when I told her my choice. "But Lesley-Ann, you're the first one in your family to go to college and you choose such an obscure one?" I got her point, considering that I was accepted into Brooklyn College, NYU and Bard College. But I had made a decision in my heart: I wasn't going to college to maneuver my career. I was going to college to learn about life--and out of all the schools--Lang fit the bill.
It was a quirky bunch of kids--coming from all over the U.S. A place for misfits that offered some radical classes full of promises of change. More on that later.
Rayner was a year or two ahead of me and we hit it off from the first time we met. It really helped that he lived just down the street from me in Forte Green: I'd often go over to his house and I'd sit, right in that seat, and we'd talk about books, writing, art, his motorcycle, while one of his roommates, a practicing buddhist at the time, chanted -- my first time hearing it.
Or maybe I'm all wrong. Maybe this is the place he had on the other side of Forte Green?
Interesting times, indeed.
farvel,
the lab