Skipped? How Do You Even Do That?
I was the oldest son born to parents who were bound and determined to make sure I was smart. Or at least not stupid. Since it was the 1970s, there weren’t a lot of credible do-it-yourself options for that, so I wound up in a Montessori preschool when young. Thanks to the Montessori method and a dutiful East Indian facilitator, I already knew everything public-school kindergarten would have taught me, and my mother force-of-natured the school into just advancing me a grade. You know how moms can be.
Confessions of an Underserved Public School Graduate
Public school is a vast obstacle course of awful things. It’s best not to spend any longer there than you absolutely must. My August birthday meant I was always youngest in my class, and my … determined parents meant I shaved a few years off the whole thing. That meant I was an outsider for most of it. It taught me some things.
I’m also riffing on Robert Fulghum. Fulghum’s book is arguably an ode to the “it takes a village” rhetoric of social engineering. But if everything anyone needs to know is available in kindergarten, and I skipped that year, then how did I learn anything? Did my parents’ work pay off? Am I smart? Who can say, really?
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