As I arrived to bring my daughter to her piano lesson today I quietly watched as her long suffering piano teacher listened to week 8 of the same kid playing the same tired piece (poorly) again and again. Looking forlorn like an errant Cambodian in a Khmer Rouge reeducation camp it reminded me of the feeling I get when month after month I go to the same address for the predictable heroin overdose. The bane of the working Dad.
Well, its a few extra bucks to shield the kids from a sub standard and spiritually empty public education. And maybe, just maybe a few less days in Purgatory.
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