My Not-At-All-Private Metamorphosis: On the Graduate Center of the City University of New York and Public School Spaces

Abstract

Growing up in the rural, western United States, alone was a place I knew well. I spent most of my time outside of school reading and riding my chestnut red quarter horse that I got when he was one, and I, thirteen, having just outgrown my tiny Shetland pony. I rarely spoke with anyone outside of my horse, instead living in and among the words in my books, and the quiet rural roads and Rocky Mountain forests that I explored on horseback.