The Waverly School arrived in my life like some sort of granted wish. It’s as if I willed it and its staff into existence from my most pie-in-the-sky hopes for my children’s education.
Once we had children, I started panicking about the state of public education, and started daydreaming about some impossible alternative. What I saw blurrily floating before me was:
- A modest, energetic place – not too big or small – where children run through the door in the morning shrieking gleefully and run out the door in the afternoon even happier.
- A place where children with unusual personalities or gifts are treated like a delicious bit of variety and are respected for their eccentricity rather than punished for it.
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