(I'm a youngster of 78), and it didn't seem to matter who was "in power", the educational system was always pretty screwed up.
I was born in NYC and got my start in NY Public Schools (also had folks who thought Pre-school was worth spending extra on - sorth of a private pay "Head Start"). I did well in schools (K-9) there and went on to High School and Community College in Maryland and then to finish up my Bachelor's, then Masters in Florida.
I've taught for private and public institutions, elementary through university level primarily in computer and real property subjects. In my three quarters of a century of 'educational experience,' the students are key.
Can you recall the classrooms where the classroom clock was on the wall at the front of the room over the blackboard? Never understood why they did it that way. When I designed my 'Computer Classroom,' the clock was behind them. I needed to see the clock to pace myself. They needed to be surprised by the bell - so rapt was their attention to the subject at hand.
Back in the day, I sat in classrooms where, inevitably and some minutes before the (50min) hour was up, my fellow students would be closing their books, putting pencils away, preparing to bolt for the exits when that bell rang.
Mom read to me and bought me books (lots of 'dog stories' and Readers Digest condensed books). I can relate some of those dog stories to this day. I read Century of the Surgeon before I completed Junior High Woodshop and Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath, Cannery Row, Mice and Men before I entered High School.
I credit Momma. She made me a reader. She let me read whatever - not simply image laden 'Children's Books' (there were no pictures in the story Goodbye My Lady, one had to imagine what an African Basenji looked like, as well as her "baroo.") I had to imagine the bloody 'street dressed' civil war surgeon amputating limbs without anti-bioics of patients without antithetics.
I had the benefit of etherization and sterilization when they took my tonsils out - but declined the ice cream offered when I awoke.
What I noticed from the proverbial podium were students bereft of such preparation as momma provided. Implicit as was the message that school was a benefit, a privilege to be enjoyed, a process I needed to excel at regardless my path in 'this life' that came with 'head start' and every book she read to me or gave me for my own.
I recall the Dumont Television i our living room. I was not always on. Indeed, my Uncle had showed mom how to remove a (or temporarily disable) power tube so that we couldn't even turn the thing on without her approval and assistance!
Since, things have changed and parents seem to have (since I was a tot) reneged on their responsibility vis-a-vis the education of future citizens of our republic.
Granted the shifting economics since the nineteen fifties with Middle Class jobs paying living wages (Federal Minimum Wage under Captain Harry was $0.25/hr) and then some - my mom didn't need to hold down a job to keep body and soul together and The Middle Class ruled. Marginal tax rates were as high as ninety-percent and we put a man on the moon.
Now s kid in Kindergarten comes to school with a belly full of sugary cereal and a cell phone to fidget with and his teacher is a poorly paid (35-50K) female looking to supplement hubby's 80K paychecks because 'everything's so expensive' and we need three cellphones and an Internet connection - where my mom had a phone on the wall in the kitchen which I was not allowed to answer without permission.
Not only doesn't Mom know why the ingredients on that box of Kellogs aren't listed in alphabetic order*, she doesn't know what Unit Pricing is or why it exists on the shelves of her fav grocery outlet*.
So mom and pop have less time for the kiddies and the kiddies suffer - but not so much as their teachers (having to cope with the 'ose hyped' offspring absorbed by a cell phone game) offering the lesson of the day.
Imagine if public schools could simply send your kid home because "he/she was deemed ill-prepared" and tend, instead to those children that were really ready for public school. Leaving it to their (I assume) bitching parents to fix.
There are no simpler solutions to our complex 'problems' and if you think there are, you are just one more 'problem.'
If this is deemed political, what else might you expect in a democratic republic?
* It is the law