It was winter in Beijing, and children in the courtyard of Shusheng School were playing in a mound of coal. I had just traveled for an hour and a half from Beijing’s imposing and ordered core out to the derelict periphery of Chaoyang District for my first ever visit to a migrant school. While I was expecting poor conditions, I could not help but be taken aback by the state of disrepair and apparent lack of investment in physical plant. Coal was the school’s source of warmth in the winter and was now doubling as playground equipment.
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