A lifetime without standardized tests

    Greetings from the Ridge.
    It was one of the freakiest things that ever happened in our neck of the woods and only many years later were we able to piece the catastrophe together. I’m still not sure I have the whole story, but here it is as best I can relate it:
    Her name was Emily, a cute little rascal with a bright smile that even in babyhood spoke intelligence and curiosity. Emily was blessed with two of the most wonderful parents a child could ask for and the whole family eagerly awaited the day she’d enter pre-school. Emily used to “practice” school at home with her mama, reading before she was five, putting her books and pencils in order each morning, and learning how to pay attention in class.

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