We’re smack in the middle of perfection season. There’s pressure for kids to shoot for a perfect SAT score, a perfect promposal, a perfect GPA (better than perfect, actually; 4.0 is shrugworthy in this era of AP/IB/honors classes), a perfect blend of extracurriculars, service hours, foreign language immersion to round out your perfect grades.
My daughter and her friends started the race for perfection in fourth grade. Fifth grade, they knew, was when their grades determined whether they could get into a Chicago Public Schools academic center for seventh grade, which positions them for a top spot in ninth grade, which increases their chance of getting into the college of their choice.
It’s a lot.
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