Years later I can still remember the clear division that was made between the space designated for boys and girls. Sometimes literally etched into stone, the school clearly marked where everyone belonged.

Somehow order was to come from this division. Guarded by the first president and the highly respected patrol boy and courtesy girl, the water fountain provided a neutral meeting point. However, even in this structured environment chaos existed in wild play or behind silent smiles.

David McKoski, art teacher,
Roberto Clemente High School