
I came into this world as the youngest of 5 children. I never took care of younger brothers and sisters. When my older sisters married and started families, my parents moved to a different city to be closer to my handicapped sibling who was in a residential school. I never got a chance to take care of my nieces and nephews. I was only about 5 years older than they were, anyway.
I had never even planned on having my own children. I was interested in a career straight out of school. At 27 years, I met my future husband and we spent quite a long time as just a couple. At 35, maybe, I began to think about children of our own. We were blessed to have 2 baby boys. When it came time to think about schools, I had no clue.
I had joined a PEP (Post-partum Education for Parents) Group after my first baby. I learned about a parent-participation pre-school from one of the parents in that group. 'The Oaks' was very close to home and was a fantastic beginning to my son's education. I loved being around to make sure he was OK, (remember, it was my first baby) and make new friends. I certainly wouldn't have had access to the great resources at The Oaks. There was a 'New Experience' science-type area, a 'Doll House' and dress-up area, a Music Room with guitars, drums, records, tapes, and other fun things for making joyful noise, the Art Closet, the Carpenter's Table, as well as the playground, wheel track, and my favorite, the zoo! The 3 and 4 year olds loved the beautiful facility and it was so cute to watch them discover things!
Some of the parents from The Oaks seemed to favor going on to a public, open school, Open Alternative School. I investigated OAS and for the last 12 years, I know we've been blessed to have these wonderful teachers in our lives.

OAS was started in 1975 by a few teachers (dare I say 'hippie teachers') who thought about starting their own kind of school. They wanted to teach the whole child, educate all the parts of the growing child. Their philosophy was different from the kinds of public schools I attended in the '60s. Though I loved the elementary schools and teachers who were part of my life, as I became a parent I realized that ideally children should learn how to interact socially and communicate, too. Emphasis on the positive things each student could do would be helpful.
When I went to tour OAS, I was so comfortable there! The 10 classrooms were at the end of the large junior high school I attended. I was really surprised to hear that they had 'Core Group' at mid-morning. During Core Group, the students would sit in a circle and the teacher, passing the talking stick, would lead the group in talking about "appreciations or problems" that existed in the classroom that day!
Having never done that, I thought it was spectacular! We moved several times while I was in elementary school and I always felt out of place and awkward at new schools. Eventually I made friends but it was, at times, excruciatingly uncomfortable for me. My parents, God bless them, did everything they could for me, but their backgrounds didn't have the 'warm fuzzy' talk that I found so reassuring. I couldn't really talk to them about the older girl who, on my first day, glared at me and walked past, 'swishing' me with her skirt as if it were a weapon. Granted, it may have not been as big a deal as I perceived it to be, but for a few days I dreaded the thought of school.
At OAS, teachers were not called 'Mrs. Clark' or 'Mr. Davis'. They were called by their first names! Wow! There weren't grades on report cards either. Parents knew what and how well the children were learning because they spent time in the classroom each week to help. It was easy to see for yourself!
I put our names on the waiting list. Things were a bit dicey, too, since I was just about 3 weeks from having my second baby. I wouldn't know if we could attend OAS until the lottery was held (at about my due date!). So we waited.
When I returned home from my very short hospital stay with the new baby, a letter was waiting saying that we could come in to fill out the paperwork to attend OAS! I was so happy! So I packed my new little bundle in a baby 'carrier/pouch', and went into the office to fill out those papers, sleeping baby cuddled up in the 'pouch' under my watchful eye.

Come back to read more about our first days at this awesome school, my education in children received on the playground as a noon aid, when my older son shared his baby brother for 'sharing', and why there would be no more need for war if all schools were just like OAS!
You may wonder what kind of academic education children receive at alternative schools. My older boy will graduate in 2008 after 4 years of honor classes and As and Bs. But what's just as important, he is responsible, motivated, and not afraid to speak up when it's called for.