A Presidential Civic Fitness Program could work wonders.
Big, bold, flashing +1. Citizenship.
And competition.
My shitty public high school has remained in the middle of the New Jersey state rankings for decades. It’s where dreams go to die and pensions go to fatten. My folks could afford nothing beyond what their taxes had already paid for. They were good people who deserved better. I made out fine because I was wired to do so, as was my sibling. God help my peers who needed rigor or inspiration in the classroom.
I’m reluctant to drone on because Michael has written another thought provoking piece on his Substack. I’ll leave you with this. I was graduated from Low Expectations High School before there was a federal Department of Education. SAMO.
