Growing up, I went to a tiny progressive school in Montana called Sussex, where the unofficial motto was “Yale or jail.” We called teachers by their first name, never cracked a textbook, wrote Haikus, made found object art, and jumped the irrigation ditch at lunchtime. There were some great traditions—group sleepaway camp to kick off every year and a sc…
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