Ellen Granovetter:
CLASS OF 1966
Scarsdale High SchoolClass of 1966
Scarsdale, NY
Earl L. Vandermeulen High SchoolClass of 1998
Port jefferson, NY
Connecticut CollegeClass of 1970
New london, CT
Mamaroneck High SchoolClass of 1966
Mamaroneck, NY
Murray Avenue Elementary SchoolClass of 1960
Larchmont, NY
Ellen's Story
Life
I left Connecticut College in the middle of sophomore year and worked as a research assistant at the Harvard Psychology Dept., eventually finishing college at night school and summer school. After moving around the country, we moved to the Bay Area of California (Palo Alto) in 1995, when we adopted our dog. My daughter Sara, a writer/teacher/flutist who is almost 26, lives and works in San Francisco, but misses the East. I recently traveled to Milan and Crete, where my husband attended conferences. Like my daughter, I am a vegetarian almost all of the time. How did I live without Indian, Thai, and Vietnamese restaurants all those years growing up? My daughter feels strongly about animal rights and maintained two blogs, animalchic.blogspot.com and creaturechic.typepad.com until she became too busy with work. She plans to start a new website soon.
School
High school was a fun but tough time in my life. I remember when I was late for homeroom and brought my lunch bag into the classroom. Mrs. Hutzler stood in front of the whole class and ate my dessert. Why didn't I try to switch homerooms? Once I was overcome by a crazy spell and couldn't stop giggling in the library. I was sent to my dean's office and stupidly kept giggling there. Later that week, I suffered through a stern condemnation by the librarian, whose office, like a god's, was the only room at the top of a stair...Expand for more
case. Going to football games -- after quickly returning home to change to white levis -- was fun, though I lacked school spirit. To my friend's chagrin, I did not join in cheers and songs. Mr. Stokes (ninth grade history) was my favorite teacher. He gave me A+'s on my long, rambling essays. That experience was never repeated.
College
I chose the wrong college. No cafe, book shop or pizza place in walking distance. No male students. I think I had the worst room in the college freshman year-- a tiny room on a floor with a clique of juniors who ignored me and a few reticent freshmen. On the floor below, a freshman who wore a ring emblazened with her family crest and had attended a Manhattan private school lived in a single four times the size of mine, and I learned about social class. Once I returned late from a date and did not report myself, to the disapproval of my dormates. The new dorm sophomore year was much better, but great friends were not enough of a reason for me to stay, and I left after the first semester sophomore year. Art was the best class. I painted a landscape and was praised instead for an anti-cubist abstract creation, or something like that. I wish we had had the internet back then!
Workplace
Since we've moved a lot, I've had few long-term, regular jobs. Most of my work has involved research and writing in the applied social sciences and education.
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