As harsh winds blow across this country’s educational landscape
Grasping the complex web of forces that determine the lives of kids holds the key to their education
Dried leaves pad the path up to the village in April, a steep 30-minute climb from the bend of a stream, where the car must be left on a mud road. In September, the jungle is resplendent. Climbing up, you can’t see the villages in the distance then, as you can when the trees are denuded. In April, a hard wind billows the fallen leaves, making each step unsure. That wind has the smell of impending summer. By the end of the month, the leaves are crushed, the wind turns punishing. I have seen these changes over the seasons because I go there every year.