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Why teachers are great, according to third graders

It’s the last week of school in New York City public schools-and before you ask, yes, we like to keep our kids in school as late as possible while every tourist child in the world is here, enjoying our lovely parks and pools and zoos and outdoor cafes, simply to torture our children for several weeks each summer. It toughens them up.

(Sometimes we even force them to eat quinoa and kale salad while non-Brooklyn children enjoy ice cream right in front of them. But that one we just do for fun.) Continue reading

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