The End of Learning

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I had to drive around the block to see them, my children, as they carried themselves towards the old stone steps and into their school for the last time. It’s a historic landmark, that school. I aimed to pull over and watch them from the curb behind a loaded dumpster on the street — yet another housing flip. The houses in this neighborhood are neglected but have good bones, so they say. I can’t help but wonder if anyone will talk about me like that in…