![]() ![]() I did notice that-despite having diversity in its mission statement-the school was extremely white. I wanted smaller class sizes, a more nurturing environment for my artsy, bookish child. Private was my idea, the gentle kind of hippie school I’d sometimes wished I could attend during my ragtag childhood in Boston-area public schools amid the desegregation turmoil of the 1970s and ’80s. He was 14 and, except for a year abroad, had been attending public schools his whole life. ![]() L ast March, just before we knew the pandemic had arrived, my husband and I enrolled our son in a progressive private school in Pasadena, California. This article was published online on August 3, 2021. Illustration by Vahram Muradyan images by Les Byerley / Shutterstock QuartoMundo / CGTrader ![]()
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