My family's struggle to resist the winds of educational change.
After his first day of kindergarten in Marblehead, my 5-year-old son was bubbling over with excitement about his assigned seat. It was at a table with four other kids, Griffen said. His name was written on it, he said. It was his very own seat, he said. But by the end of the second day of kindergarten, he had figured out just how much he was going to be sitting there.
When I picked Griffen up after school, he gave me a stiff hug and whispered “Let’s go” with alarming desperation. On the drive home, he began to cry, then sob, then scream. He wouldn’t speak all afternoon, but that evening he startled me with his clarity. Read this extract as part of the the full article at http://www.boston.com/lifestyle/family/articles/2011/08/28/a_familys_struggle_to_resist_the_winds_of_educational_change/