Original Article on Brooklyn Paper

See this story at BrooklynPaper.com.By Stephanie Thompsonfor The Brooklyn PaperThe system is flawed, not my children, I think as I see numbers, a few below perfect, appear there in black ink on my brilliant boys report cards. Other thoughts: What do I do now? I thought we were all doing our best? %$#@, *%$, #@!%! Every time those brown envelopes come home, I try to remember that I dont buy into systematic mechanisms for approval, that I am an iconoclast who doesnt care what anyone else thinks about my kids. They are objectively speaking, according to me and their father totally kick-ass. Who cares what the mean outside world thinks? But then those lower numbers jump out, scream from the page like a blaring siren, a screaming alarm: SOMETH...(read more)