The elementary's called Englewood, which should immediately make all of you think of Tupac. You know, California Love? Shake it, baby, shake it? Englewood always up to no good?
Although, turns out in Cali it's spelled Inglewood. You know how wack those west siders are...
Also turns out that half the kids in that school fail math and reading and the class sizes are 26+, but it still gets a satisfactory rating.
Maybe I am destined to become that woman who home-schools her brood, rarely showers and mutters to herself while her eyes glaze over in the supermarket bulk food section. Toby was crying in Walmart today, so we're halfway to some kind of stereotype, right?