In the School
The concern about money being talked about more in a curriculum surfaces.
“Why can’t they just teach kids how to look at a paycheck, and how to pay taxes, and understand the stock market more?” Lionel Lasch asked.
“The short answer is that they still can’t afford those classes. This is a private school, but we don’t get as many donations that other premiere institutions receive,” teacher Boston Corville said.
The Delaware private school system continued with strength even if some schools fell to the wayside.
“Well can I become a member and pay out of my pocket?” Lasch wondered. Clearly, he wanted what was the very best for his two sons.
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