I have picked up students walking a half mile in the rain to get to school from the public bus stop. Re-zoning had decided they lived (literally) on the wrong side of the tracks for the school bus. I have also seen a parking lot decked out like Nutcracker’s Christmas with giant-sized bows on shiny new cars for sixteenth birthdays while I parked out back with the rest of the teachers in our beat-up vans and 90s sedans. I have driven over an hour each way to teach homeschool students in a tiny Sunday school classroom repurposed for tutorials, Bibles...