Anonymous wrote:I went to Deerfield. I grew up in the South Bronx and there was a drama teacher at my middle school who decided I need more than life was going to give me at home. My mom is a waitress who gets fired a lot and has a lot of boyfriends. It was sort of like I had drive, but didn't know what direction to point it in.
So my drama teacher pushed me to apply, and pushed me to get financial aid forms filled out. I remember her saying to my mother on the phone, "If I bring you a carton of smokes, THEN will you find your taxes from last year?" My mother made that teacher give her the carton AND take us out to a nice dinner too.
But I got my application in, and was accepted. My mother bitched that I wasn't home to work after school, but she was also proud, although didn't really understand what exactly to brag about, like she didn't get that New England was a group of states but MA was one state.
It was great for me, I was really independent and didn't crave the approval of other kids so much, so peer pressure was not an issue for me. I made lots of friends, some of whom I'm still friends with now, and got into a fantastic college that took my life in a great direction.
My school was ... in the South Bronx. I am white. That should pretty much tell you everything you need to know about my public school experience. My DD has a similar drive to the one I had but unless she asks, I don't intend to send her to boarding school.
I have no experience with boarding schools, but I did have a bias against them because I think parents should not send their kids away. It always seemed barbaric to me.
Thanks for posting your story. First, it is an amazing one. I think it is wonderful that a teacher recognized and nurtured your intellect and drive and helped you in that way. Second, you made me realize that my conclusion that boarding school is always a terrible idea was just incorrect.