What’s in A Name?
<p>Anew school year is underway. All over the country, kids, lamenting summer’s end, are descending on K-12 campuses. Two of those kids are mine. My oldest started eighth-grade last week at his beloved Northern California middle school. Yes, I said beloved.</p>
<p>Personally, you couldn’t pay me to be back in middle school — braces, puberty, mean girls — no thanks. And I don’t think I’m alone in that conviction. But my kid loves it. And what’s even weirder to this Gen X mom is that that seems to be the consensus for most of his peers.</p>
<p>When my son started at his school last year, I knew it had a great reputation. Located in California’s capital, it enjoyed strong alumni support, featured committed faculty, and boasted robust extra-curriculars. There was only one thing that bothered me.</p>
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