JASON McCORKLE, all of 11, stepped back into his family's living room in the South Bronx wearing the gray slacks and crisp white shirt his new teachers had just handed him, tags still dangling from a sleeve. He puffed out his chest, stuffed his hands in his pockets and flashed his pearly teeth, standing near a poster of a beachfront mansion, a five-car garage and the words "Justification for Higher Education" lighted by rays of sunshine.

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