Last night, strolling around my NYC neighborhood, I ran into my daughter’s kindergarten teacher. Gratitude and awe leaped across time, erasing the 18 years since my preschooler made that critical transition to the K-12 world. Pat Martinez had a classroom like no other: overflowing with colors, textures, print, science projects, books, blocks, plants, and art. A caterpillar took up residence, metamorphosing right before the children’s eyes. Stripes, our iguana, visited the garten—just before salmonella fears banished exotic lizards to their tropical homes. And kindergarten readiness assessment lay in the future.
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