The Cemetery of Curiosity: How School Became the Place Where Questions Go to Die
There is a moment that happens somewhere between kindergarten and fourth grade, and it breaks my heart every time. It is the moment when the hand stops going up. The moment when the question dies on the lips. The moment when the child who once asked "why" about everything—why is the sky blue, why do leaves fall, why do people die, why why why—learns that asking questions is risky. That the wrong question makes you look stupid. That the right answer matters more than the curious mind. That school is not a place of discovery but a place of performance.
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