Today I walked past the grade school where K will go if she goes to public school in first grade. Which will happen over my dead body. This is, what, the second full week of school? And I saw rows and rows of kids sitting on white lines on the asphalt (there's no grass on their playground) during what was presumably recess, being berated for participating in a food fight during lunch period. Their heads were down. "This is trouble," said the teacher. I had chills.