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The
New Millennium by Etta Sanders The elevators on the 13th floor at 75 Broad Street look like those in any other financial-district office building. That is, until 8:15 every morning, when the ninth- and tenth-graders arrive. The youngsters are students of Millennium High, the school that just moved to Broad Street and is billed as Downtowns very own.
Inside, it not only doesnt look like an office building, it doesnt look like a typical high school, either. The classrooms occupy the perimeter of the floor, and students sit where corporate executives once gazed upon neighboring skyscrapers. Instead of a drab corridor lined with lockers, a brightly lit café furnished with 20 small tables and chairs welcomes students. Between classes they lounge on padded seats that match the pea-green and cantaloupe-colored walls. Rows of bright, new, empty shelves await the arrival of books for a temporary library.
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