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Thanks for highlighting my alma mater. HSPVA was a magical place to attend high school, and as a very troubled teen it quite literally saved my life. I was there from ‘72 to ‘75 and was in the second graduating class (the first was ‘74). Your readers might find some details of the early years interesting. High school was grades 9-12 back then and the first two years of PVA featured a surplus of sophomores and juniors and a few seniors who took their arts classes at PVA and academics at their regular school where they graduated. Ruth Denny (principal) and Ed Trongone (Instrumental Music) founded the school at the old Beth Israel Temple (present day site of a community college). It wasn’t really in Montrose, but on the edge of down town, at 3517 Austin Street, across the street from Houston Technical Institute (which is where Walter Cronkite attended high school). We all knew how lucky we were to be there so there was exactly ONE fight my entire 3 years. Approximately 1/3 each White, Black, and Latino (the big Vietnamese influx didn’t happen until after Saigon fell in ‘75) it was a great cultural leveler. Unlike other Houston schools there was precious little open harassment of apparent or suspected gay students. Believe me, HSPVA was WAY ahead of its time in that regard. In fact, one of my gay friends told me it was the only place he felt comfortable just being himself. Keep in mind this was only 2-5 years after Stonewall.

It was also a great education for those of us raised in racist environments because 1. We were young enough to adapt, and 2. there was zero tolerance for any type of racism. We knew how easy it was to be sent back to wherever we were originally zoned.

I have yet to talk to any graduate from my era who wasn’t grateful for the opportunity and who didn’t see PVA as a highlight of their educational years.

One small quibble with the school as depicted in the movie: although pot smoking (off campus) was not uncommon, cocaine was extraordinarily rare. With about 500 students, our arts family was hard to keep secrets from and I never once heard of anyone snorting coke. Also, outside of other major cities and age groups in the 70s, cocaine really was much more of a 1980s phenomenon. Until Len Bias’s death of course, which killed the curiosity of most people with half a brain.

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