
I am married to a college professor and while you might now be
imagining smudged reading glasses, hot tea and sweaters with patched
elbows, don’t. Life with an academic involves lots of swearing, boring
parties and a glimpse at unbelievable new failures in American
education.
All that, and helicopter parenting. You get to see lots of helicopter parenting.
At
the end of each semester, minutes after cheaters are busted, grades
filed, and GPAs recalculated, the whirling blades descend into our home ...
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