Getting into a good public school in New York City is a bit of a crapshoot. One, as in the case of my friend, could live in a high rent ‘hood, but have a zone school that as crowded and poorly managed as a Mexican prison and forced to send their kid to a private one across town.
A blaring example of education gone wild is PS 106, the school in Far Rockaway, Queens that the New York Post dubbed “the school of no” for its lack of books, supplies and an absentee principal. Marcella Sills, the fur-loving principal, should be brought up on charges. Pronto.
If anything, the PS 106 fiasco was a poignant reminder that in this respect I am blessed. Figuratively speaking, I hit the public school lottery. My zone school is one of the best in the city. It’s a bright, cheery place with supportive administration and involved parents. It is also a hop, skip and, if you’re walking my daughter, 3-4 cartwheels, from our apartment.
Today, I thank God for my daughter’s school.