America is losing a valuable national asset -- not because it has become obsolescent, not because the demand for it has disappeared, not because the need for it has been satisfied by other entities but because of a needlessly narrow view of which families should have the choice in education that is so dear to the middle class.
In the summer of 1977, I moved to another suburb, and had to start seventh grade at a new school. I was 12 years old and well into the awkward years. Moving and starting at a new school is always tough, and being the new kid in seventh grade was especially challenging. At that age, the lines are already drawn, the cliques formed.