We visited my Dad yesterday. After saying hellos and settling in, he asked me which way we came. (We could have taken the Turnpike, the expressway, or the back roads). Before I could respond, my daughter answered, "Through the front door, Grandpa".
Of course. The front door. What other way is there to come? It is so obvious.
Here's my point. Life is simple. Sometimes we overthink a situation and complicate things more than need be.
With regards to education, what is your Front Door story?