Christina
02-08-2011, 06:42 AM
On my last birthday, my son sent me a letter that began, “I’m sitting in my dorm room overlooking Harvard Yard. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for all you did.”
It’s not true, of course. He did it himself. But I will admit, there was a little guidance from his mom.
Someplace along the toddler way I realized that I was going to do my darndest to make sure he had a good education. A teacher by training, work, and temperament, I was surprised to find that I was drawn to the pricey world of private education. There are excellent public schools for sure, but money would have to be spent one way or the other for a first class education. We bit the bullet and tuition rose to the top of our monthly budget.
When my son turned 4, he announced he would not be returning to nursery school. He wanted to go to a real school. Okay. And what real school takes a child at 4? There are several, it seems. And I chose one. Village School in the Palisades.
Needless to say, we chose them before they chose us. They were perfect. They were nurturing and playful and encouraging and yes, academic. I hadn’t heard of the concept of educating the whole child then, but I understand it now. And they had it. I mean, he was only 4.
to continue reading, click on the link below:
http://beyondthebrochure.blogspot.com/2011/02/guest-blogger-janis-from-village-school.html
It’s not true, of course. He did it himself. But I will admit, there was a little guidance from his mom.
Someplace along the toddler way I realized that I was going to do my darndest to make sure he had a good education. A teacher by training, work, and temperament, I was surprised to find that I was drawn to the pricey world of private education. There are excellent public schools for sure, but money would have to be spent one way or the other for a first class education. We bit the bullet and tuition rose to the top of our monthly budget.
When my son turned 4, he announced he would not be returning to nursery school. He wanted to go to a real school. Okay. And what real school takes a child at 4? There are several, it seems. And I chose one. Village School in the Palisades.
Needless to say, we chose them before they chose us. They were perfect. They were nurturing and playful and encouraging and yes, academic. I hadn’t heard of the concept of educating the whole child then, but I understand it now. And they had it. I mean, he was only 4.
to continue reading, click on the link below:
http://beyondthebrochure.blogspot.com/2011/02/guest-blogger-janis-from-village-school.html