I’m back from Baltimore. Looked at a room for rent, got some papers from the financial aid office, got lost somewhere in ghetto-land when I walked the wrong way up 25th Street. That was a bit scary. And when I opted to take a bus, some black kids hanging out at the bus stop looked at me weird and told me to “knock it off.” I have no idea what they were talking about.
I was rather glad to return to Penn Station and get back on the MARC train out of there. Baltimore did not agree with me.
The MICA campus, however, was gorgeous. Lots of old buildings dating as far back as 1826. Nice and historical. And the neighborhood it’s in isn’t quite as ghetto-ish as the rest of the city.
(Um, am I allowed to call African Americans “black,” or is it regarded as derogatory? Well, I call myself “brown.”)