Moot meetings was presided over with great incisiveness by our distinguished headmaster W.B. Curry (known as Curry), an acknowledged authority on progressive education, a pacifist and the author of several highly praised books, among them Education for Sanity. Curry, who was headmaster from 1931 to 1957 — throughout my time at the school — was a short, round, bald man with, it seemed to me, a startlingly wizened face. Later I discovered to my astonishment that he was a non-stop womaniser.
It was the school's policy to trust its pupils to adopt a sensible and conscientious attitude to their studies, as well as to their extra-curricular activities. We were expected and encouraged by the teachers to go to lessons and to participate in school sports, but there were no punishments or sanctions if we didn't. Similarly we were counted on to abstain from anti-social behaviour. Most children, if trusted to behave responsibly, will repay this trust. We did, by and large, go to lessons, we did play school games, we did perform our share of tedious tasks, and we did behave with consideration to others. It was a social contract that worked.
Whether it would have worked in a larger, less well-endowed school (the senior school contained about 100 pupils) where the children came from less privileged backgrounds, it is difficult to say. I rather doubt it. Even at Dartington, standards of behaviour are said to have deteriorated in later years and there were one or two scandals (the school closed in 1987). But in my time there, the atmosphere was one of easy tolerance and equality. There was no prejudice of any kind, no snobbery, no cliquishness and no bullying — or hardly any. Nearly all the children, including me, were unusually stress-free and happy.
Nevertheless, there was something seriously wrong with this form of education, at any rate as far as I was concerned. The absence of grades for school work, the disapproval of competition, the distaste for ambition, the disdain for structure and discipline, the unlimited freedoms — all these "progressive" ideals resulted in a sapping of our energy. We were too relaxed, too laid-back. A faint aura of lethargy hung over the place. Nobody put much effort, or many hours, into learning — at least not until the pressure of national exams started to loom.
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