The Lottery

I’m not sure why so many short stories and essays we read in high school were so grisly. “The Most Dangerous Game,” anything by Poe, “A Modest Proposal,” and “The Lottery” all come to mind as appealing in a sick way to my teenage mind but also clearly standing outside as disturbing. “The Lottery” takes on new meaning when faced with filling out paperwork to participate in the limited choice lottery for Cambridge Public Schools kindergarten slots next year. My daughter will be going to school; we just don’t know where. We submit our papers and wait for the winners to be drawn. We luckily have some very good choices, so I don’t think we’ll be in Mrs. Hutchinson’s shoes. The wait, however, is excruciating.

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