Welcome to Early Learning
Have you ever given a child a package or present and discovered that the box itself and the wrapping becomes the focus of play rather than the contents? The box is such a simple construct and yet, united with imagination and creativity, it can drive very sophisticated thinking.
When they were young, my sons, now in college, spent hours gleefully building with wooden blocks, cardboard boxes or any other materials at hand. Their building became a platform for them to test their ideas or apply what they were learning elsewhere. Central to all the games and transformations they devised with these simple items, besides the absolute joy of the activity, was the development of critical thinking skills.
Too often, in schools, learning facts and skills takes precedence over curiosity and creativity. At Galloway, we respect childhood and take it very seriously. After all, it is during this period that students become learners, thinkers, and doers. We encourage students to explore, inquire, play, and discover. We truly believe that play is both the work and language of children.
We understand children grow confident by developing useful skills and knowledge, by engaging and collaborating with others, and by creative problem solving. We find value in each child and we understand his/her contribution to the world depends on the experiences, opportunities and relationships that begin with simple acts like turning a box into something else.
Galloway students are fortunate to attend a school where boxes are seen as possibilities instead of containers to sort or isolate or mask one's views and perspectives. Curious? Please join us in opening boxes, learning from their contents and using them to build minds with unlimited capacities.Polly Williams
Principal, Early Learning
Warning to Children
by Robert Graves
Children, if you dare to think
Of the greatness, rareness, muchness
Fewness of this precious only
Endless world in which you say
You live, you think of things like this
Blocks of slate enclosing dappled
Red and green, enclosing tawny
Yellow nets, enclosing white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where a neat brown paper parcel
Tempts you to untie the string.
In the parcel a small island,
On the island a large tree,
On the tree a husky fruit,
Strip the husk and pare the rind off
In the kernel you will see
Blocks of slate enclosed by dappled
Red and green, enclosed by tawny
Yellow nets, enclosed by white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where the same brown paper parcel-
Children, leave the string untied!
For who dares undo the parcel
Finds himself at once inside it,
On the island, in the fruit,
Blocks of slate about his head,
Finds himself enclosed by dappled
Green and red, enclosed by yellow
Tawny nets, enclosed by black
And white acres of dominoes,
With the same brown paper parcel
Still untied upon his knee.
And, if he then should dare to think
Of the fewness, muchness, rareness,
Greatness of this endless only
Precious world in which he says
He lives—he then unties the string.