Just finished up Malcom Gladwell's "Outliers" -- and MAN did it ease my mind about not being able to afford private school. As it turns out, the incredibly successful amongst us get that way by putting in their 10,000 hours of practice and then, essentially, being in the right place at the right time.
Now all I have to do is figure out where that place is, and stand there with Kid waiting for DESTINY.
Note to Malcolm Gladwell's mommy:
Try to get him to do something with his hair.