"Suburbs revolve around schools. They are a big reason people forsake the city's clamorous pleasures. School-year rhythms - the lacrosse games, the spring concert, the senior musical - shape social life, offering the arena in which suburbanites meet their neighbors.
But suburban schools often don't live up to their urban legend. Even children of the well heeled struggle, and when they do, teachers don't have time to sit alongside and discover the idiosyncratic ways in which they think. Yet suburban parents can use the money saved by having dodged the city's private-school bullet to buy help.
... But when students and parents panic, Mr. Zoffness flies to the rescue.
...So he may start a private lesson on trapezoids by drawing a grotesque figure on a piece of paper and telling the student, 'That's a zoid,' then slamming his hand down hard on the paper and roaring, 'Now we trap-a-zoid.'
'It breaks the ice,' he said of his admittedly corny stabs. 'They're so scared and tense, and it relaxes them and they open up. They look forward to coming. I have kids with bubonic plague, they're so sick, but they come.'
They come in drained as well. In the frenzy to fatten up college applications, his students have spent hours after school dashing across soccer fields or rehearsing Shakespeare. Maybe having wolfed down a hamburger, they arrive at his cram course haunted by the homework they still must do.