Birches School was developed by a group of parents, supported by a committed Board of Directors and Advisory Board. Birches, with its integrated academic program, provides a dynamic and collaborative approach to STEAM (Science, Technology, Engineering, Arts, Mathematics) exploration. Students, teachers, and parents work closely together to create an environment that fosters the joy of discovery. Deeply rooted in our community, we welcome diverse families from the Boston area.
Although we share some educational ideas with the Montessori system such as the multi-age classroom, we are not a Montessori school. Montessori schools believe the teacher's role is to step back, intervening if necessary or to introduce a new "work." We share some educational ideas with the Waldorf system, such as emphasizing the importance of nature and the arts. But again, we are not a Waldorf school. We believe that technology, when applied intelligently, is an important learning tool and can greatly enhance education.
Birches includes aspects of several educational systems while remaining a strongly child-centered and nature-based school where students learn respect for each other, their community, and the world. It is a place where the joy of childhood and the joy of learning fill every day.
Inspiration for School
Robert Frost once wrote that a poem "begins in delight and ends in wisdom." This is our goal for Birches School--to engage children in the delights of exploring and learning about the world so that they can embark on the path to wisdom. In a poem called "Birches," Frost offers a memorable image of children climbing to the tops of birch trees, gaining a perspective about the earth from a high vantage point. But climbing, Frost goes on to say, is only half the activity; swingers of birches want to come down again because "Earth's the right place for love." We soar with learning and creativity and then we apply that knowledge to our everyday lives.
By Robert Frost
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them...
... Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.