This June completes three years that our boys have gone to the
Drinking Gourd Elementary School. (Yes, odd name. But the kids will tell you without blinking that the drinking gourd was the slaves' name for the Big Dipper. The Big Dipper guided slaves northward to freedom. I'm thinking that the connection is between education and freedom...) This was their last year. Next year they're enrolled at a public school that's closer to our house, has a larger social pool to navigate, doesn't require families to provide snack and attend "work days" - and it's free!
We'll miss the Drinking Gourd though. Liam and Milo have thrived there, and I believe that the education they received is unparalleled by any school in our area, public or private. With only 27 families, we knew all the parents and had an individual relationship with each child in the boys' classrooms. We'll miss that next year. We'll be overwhelmed by the huge classes and noisy halls and playground dynamics - but we all have to get out into the world sometime. We feel good, and a little nostalgic, about these three years at the Gourd, but we're ready to move on.
At the end of the school year the kids set up displays in their classrooms about some of the things they learned throughout the year. Here's Milo explaining ceramics to his papa (my dad).

Liam's standing in front of miniature covered wagons his class made during their unit on the Oregon Trail.

Each class (there are only two) put on a play. Here's Liam as a pilgrim in a musical about the 13 Colonies.

And there always has to be a recorder performance. Is that a requirement of every elementary school education?

Milo was the narrator of a play based on an African folk tale. Yes, he really is that much taller than his classmates.
