June 12, 1968
I graduate 490th out of a class of 492 at Thomas Jefferson High School, a fine local public school I attend for four years after being dismissed from St. Christophers, a fine local private school. I am relieved. It requires taking my second year Latin exam twice. I am no whiz in language.
I did have a mildly successful writing career in my English classes, though. Eventually, I was chose to read one of my poems at a school assembly that discussed and described “psychedelia”, put on by the senior Humanities class. Also read were Norman Mailer and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Good company.