<p>Ever since I started kindergarten, I have had to explain to my teachers that yes, my father is a teacher; no, he teaches at Peddie; yes I live at a school; yes, I will go to Peddie School when I’m old enough; uh-huh, I’m sure I can get in; why would I go to Hightstown High when I have the chance to go to a top prep school?; no, I’m not that worried about leaving my friends because we all live in the same 1 sq. mile town; no, I still have to apply and be accepted, but trust me, I’ll get in; because I’m charmingly smart, now can you stop grilling me about my personal life and let me write this book report due next period? I was up all last night, not being challenged. </p>
<p>Somehow, people in my town are able to connect all of the town’s problems (rising taxes, crowding) to my school, in whatever way possible. Seriously, a town meeting about getting rid of the police force that does nothing changed focus when a guy said the whole town should lead a protest outside the school’s gates until “every last foreign dignitary pulls their kids out of there”, which is funny, because I don’t know anybody in my school whose parents are “foreign dignitaries”. The protest never happened.</p>