I got rejected from the 2026 Class of Parson’s School of Design
By Joeybear Lee
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Dear Reader,
I have news to share with you. I was rejected from the class of 2026 at Parson’s School of Design — Graduate Program in Politics.
You must know by now I have a huge love of Fashion, Technology, and how a quest for each is a rediscovery of my love of each for the other resulting in new waves of synthesis by which we can enrich the Architectural Structure that drew us to the mutifaceted experiment of New York City instead of the stifling derision of Paris. To actually do that in an Academic setting, I chose the Graduate Program in Politics because ultimately it is the Politicians and not the Scientists who has the final say in what gets made and what is banned.
I wanted to apply to Parson’s because my role model Tim Gunn from Project Runway was the former Chair of Fasion at Parson’s from 1982-2007. Interestingly enough I was born in 1982 and would have been in Graduate School at The Mayo Clinic College Of Medicine at the age of 25 when he finished his term as Chair. I’m not sure how he would have reacted to my emotional post when a simple google search revealed that throughout Project Runway’s 21 seasons, there has not once been a China Dress challenge. That sort of cultural exclusion was one of the reasons why I wanted to go to Parson’s, to determine if that sort of toxic Briton decorum held court in the halls of one of New Yorks most respected Academic Institutions.
In retrospect, gathering all of my old transcripts from Brooklyn Technical High School, Colgate University, and The Mayo Clinic for submission to an institution of higher learning was an invigorating process. I reclaimed that youthful optimism that I had before my excusion from Industry and the Workforce caused me to feel so cynical about why I studied so hard in the first place if no one cared to listen...
You can feel the sizzling passion in my exchange with Parson’s Admission Board when I withdrew my application because they asked me for proof of my English proficiency. A reasoned response from one Mr. Earl Boyce was truly a balm to the internal rage I still felt at the ostracism of my betters who spoke ill of my work without producing any of their own…
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1hbUM53s4rfkcsXtKazt8bqGtAk1wfy86/view?usp=drivesdk
I wrote my Letter of Intention with the greatest of expectations. I was unfiltered, honest, and genuine. I openly acknowledged my active brain had developed what Psychiatrists have diagnosed as Bipolar Disorder and Schizophrenia, and that the cure to the cruel destiny of that prognosis layed in my continued education at The Zolberg Institute on Migration and Mobility at Parson’s.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/16MhwwTKob6A4l_xDOuSBIOlrmdSnC7jv/view?usp=drivesdk
When I got my rejection letter, I felt like The Salmon who was swimming upstream and got a helping hand from The Bear who taught me to soar over the Walls set in place in the name of obliviation. I noted there were spelling mistakes in the Letter, thanked them for their time, and informed them that I applied for the experience of application instead of the rush of approval for that application. That is why I want you to treasure this experience with me Dear reader. Each Letter no matter how thin-face or thick-willed is a badge of honor, because it was pulled from the grasp of people who didn’t even want to acknowledge your existence in the First Place…
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1aSFOZxobKpwBECJqwgYYcgq6PJtnBHbR/view?usp=drivesdk