A one-room schoolhouse in Fairfax, Virginia
I always thought it was cool that they kept it. In elementary school I was always insistent on choosing willfully obscure or difficult research topics: Whereas most of my classmates chose Mount Vernon, or Sully Plantation or Clifton Railroad practically next door to their subdivision, I chose the lesser known place for my little tourist brochure I had to do. Got it thrown back at me when I “won” an eighth grade field trip to watch litigation at the Fairfax County Government Center. They sent us dorks to see the jail the same day with the school’s handpicked “scared straight” juvenile detention high-risk students, which was typical of how gifted education operated in the county as an economic incentive to depressed areas — totally politically tonedeaf.
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