Are Our Kids Tough Enough to Be Dead Poets?
After we sign our contracts (again), we are routed to an auditorium in the corner of campus. There’s a large stage, rounded at the lip, and rows of red folding seats. The curtains are also red. IK-12 is strangely built. Most of the structures are drab, hulking, inartful, and run down; and the classrooms are … Continue reading Are Our Kids Tough Enough to Be Dead Poets?