
06/20/2025
“I move a lot. So I don’t have a neighborhood, but I always stay around the school. The school neighborhood is my neighborhood. Literally, the room we’re in, I painted these walls. I worked here in the summer and helped with beautification of the school.
When I’d leave, there were fire hydrants broken open and we had people outside and little icys sold out of carts. A culture so alive and colorful that it wouldn’t even seem realistic to someone who saw it in a movie. The Bronx– it has the most freedom. I can be myself. When I go to Manhattan, there are all these real tourists, and all these stores that no one can afford. Who are they for? That’s just not my New York.
This neighborhood, if I had to sum it up in one word, would probably be ‘resilience.’ I’ve gone through a lot and this is one place I know I will always be able to come back to. It’s easy for me to find. I don’t even know my home address by heart, but I know the school’s address by heart. I know how to get here on any and every train, any and every bus. I could walk here from Texas if I needed to. That’s how well this place has stuck with me. Once, I came back from visiting my grandmother in Florida, and I found my way here without even trying. Autopilot brought me to this school before I found my way back home.
Ms. Ross told me, ‘You enjoy learning,’ which I guess I didn’t entirely comprehend when she said it. I go to her class after school almost every day– just because– and we always talk. She’s got kids at home, a long commute—but she makes time. But she was like, ‘You enjoy learning.’ And I didn’t really understand what she meant until I realized. In every class, I’m doing beyond what is expected of me. Because I never just want good grades– I want more. When I finish high school, I want something to show for it. I know a lot, but I also know that I don’t know a lot. Ms. Ross is right. She saw part of me I didn’t see. And maybe that’s what makes this place feel like home, family. Not the blood kind. That’s different. That’s complicated. But this kind of family—the dysfunctional, show-up-anyway kind—it matters.”