My father did a lot, but not as much as he probably could have, and my mother was actually an actively negative influence on my academic career. Most of my teachers were kind and understanding but unhelpful, and some were the nightmare kind we read about on these boards all too often. I went to Cornell University at the age of 16 and had two bachelor's degrees when I was 21. But "I came out of it okay" isn't enough to erase the fact that spent years bored out of my skull, it isn't enough to make up for all the intellectual peers I never had, and it certainly isn't enough to convince me that the mistakes my mother and my teachers made with me don't matter. Children deserve to be happy and fulfilled while they're still children.
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