Hedgie's last day of school is tomorrow, and every day of the past couple of weeks she has been bringing home a stream of evidence that she was, in fact, working on things all year long. Rarely did any tangible proof of this make its way home before now, with the exception of bi-monthly poetry books written by the kids. I think this dearth of product reflected school policy--they don't encourage parental involvement with the classroom. The idea is that the teachers are free to exercise their autonomy without constant interference.
This may sound shocking, and even though I went to this school myself and was prepared for it, it took awhile to get used to the fact that, although I was welcome to peek into the classroom and occasionally admire some artwork or poetry, I was largely and deliberately out of the loop. There's no parent-teacher organization, no parent curriculum input or meetings. After I got used to it, it was most relaxing to drop Hedgie off every day and not really give it another thought. It required a leap of faith and once I leapt I could let go to some extent. What a revelation, especially for a micro-managing parent.
One of the things that came home today was a little book written by Hedgehog, complete with a jacket blurb author bio: