The changing art of education – Part 1
I left high school in December 1968 with no idea what I would do in the coming year. In fact,
I never even considered what I would do until my father asked me one day “What are you going to do son?”
I left high school in December 1968 with no idea what I would do in the coming year. In fact,
I never even considered what I would do until my father asked me one day “What are you going to do son?”
I left high school in December 1968 with no idea what I would do in the coming year. In fact,
I never even considered what I would do until my father asked me one day “What are you going to do son?”