July 1, 2011
One year, when I was what, 9 and going into fourth grade? I attended a special summer school session. It was an opportunity to be challenged and explore with other gifted and talented kids my age and I loved it. The bus was a different animal in summer; many fewer children, and no air conditioning meant that the morning ride was breezy, but ride home in the afternoon could be blistering, even with the windows down. I remember the day I realized that for the other kids on the bus, going to summer school seemed a punishment, not a reward.