My younger sister and I used to go to BF Day, and our baby sister goes there now, and let me tell…read moreyou, that is dang good school. It's a small-ish school (as most elementary schools are) in Fremont, near the Woodland Park Zoo. BF Day is rather diverse in all meanings of the word, and does a good job of teaching kids that everyone is important and loved. The parents are generally lovely, as are the teachers, though many of my favorite staff members have retired. It can be a bit of a hippy school, but that is far from a negative, it just encourages kids to explore their creative sides and embrace themselves. I haven't heard a single negative thing about BF Day, though I do know that due to some zoning issues, a lot of kids have lost their transportation, which is a majorly sucky, but I don't believe that the school is at fault there. tl;dr BF Day is pretty much the best and everyone who went there loved it

NOT CLOSED, people! Not at all! When I moved my boys and me…read morenorthward from Portland to Seattle, I had researched the "cluster" school system (never was a name more appropriate for a system or situation), though my research was clearly insufficient. Because I made certain that I moved into what I thought would be the perfect cluster for my kids' schooling needs and profile...I just failed to realize that would make no difference whatsoever to where they went to school. My boys are half hispanic, and I wanted very much to continue with the Spanish language education I only sporadically inflict on them at home. So I moved into the Laurelhurst-ish "cluster." What Seattle did not advertise is that its school zoning situation is not just a cluster, but the mother of all godforsaken clusters. They found no availability in any ONE school for both my boys. That's because clusters at the time were only "suggestions" of where kids could attend schools. Suggestions that were largely completely ignored, and no matter where you lived in Seattle, your kid could be bussed into nearly any zone at all. So you can basically move your family onto a tent settlement ATOP a particular school, and not be allowed to enroll in it until the 300-child wait list of kids from a school 15 miles away takes their priority. W, as the kids say, TF. So the last years have been a constant cluster indeed, with my boys in two different schools and and in and out of several. Having tried or toured quite a few schools in the area now, I can say, this one is my favorite elementary school in Seattle so far. My son has a wonderful teacher, Miss Jackson (and yes, it is so punishingly hard not to say, or at least think, "If you're nasty!" every time I say her name) who despite being forced, as all teachers are, to teach to a strict test curriculum imposed by the lowest-common-denominator-encouraging "No Child Left Behind" legislation, is still highly dynamic, wildly flexible, and very encouraging of creativity in all its manifestations. I absolutely love her, and I love the diversity of the students and the parents--a graceful blend of the privileged and the struggling, chaotic and the orderly, the uber-hippies and the uber-hipsters who all somehow manage to be very empathic and very likable. It also sits at just the right notch on the spectrum of academic rigor. We tried John Stanford International with Nico, and he called them "The Von Trapp Family Singers." Whistles to encourage hallway lineups? No talking in the corridors? Boys' and Girls' lines for 5th graders? No dark sarcasm? In the CLASSROOM?! Yikes. Plus every mom I met there without a single exception kind of gave me the impression that the only hard decision she has to make in any three-week period is whether to give her cook, nanny and housekeeper massages or Lush bars as holiday gifts. I'm extremely grateful for this school and for how happy Maximo is to attend it. Teaching excellence here is clearly valued, as is parental involvement. If you're in the area AND in the market for an elementary school, stop in and say hi. They're great people.

My child is thriving academically and socially at this amazing school. Our family love being part…read moreof the community. We highly recommend this school.

We have been happily attending this school for the last 2.5 years. We're a small warm school with a…read morefantastic community. Though it is a Catholic school, most kids are not Catholic. All are welcome.

Coming back to stay I still love this school! Our family has been at University Cooperative School…read morefor 10yrs - my 15yr old attended K-5th grade, and I currently have a 4th grader and my youngest is in PreK. We are incredibly grateful for this school, the holistic education it's provided our children and the community that has been the anchor for our family life. The teachers are excited about what they teach, care deeply for the students. With enthusiasm for their subjects and the freedom and support they need to follow that enthusiasm they make engaging, responsive, project based learning the norm all through the program. The kids stay excited about learning, comfortable asking questions and learn to ask for what they need as a learner. Our modern lives are designed in a way that is isolating and can wearus down with the load of demands of parenting- but the model of cooperative school (that's very flexible/understands we work too!) means that you can build real relationships and community in a society where that can be incredibly hard. At U co-op our children end up with so many loving adults who know and care for them - I can't overstate how valuable that is. Especially when life brings rough seasons or crisis. We know each other's kids and support each other through this parenting journey. The nurturing, adventurous environment helps kids be comfortable and confident in themselves -quirks and struggles included. My kids love going to school and I love the joyful childhood it has given them.

We have loved this place…read more We've been with U Co-op for the last two years, with almost a year and a half of that during the pandemic. I can't express how incredible the school has been. The most extraordinarily compassionate teachers and staff, and a parent community that has been supportive, resourceful, kind and caring. There is a warmth to the building (which we are thankfully back in - and masked) that we fell in love with from the first tour. It didn't feel cold or modern; it felt like creativity and childhood. There are nooks for reading, spaces for found art, paintings up everywhere. The teachers allow the children to follow their curiosity and even adjust the lessons to be relevant to the things that interest them. The kids are learning just as much as peers at other schools, but in a way that focuses on their self development and self esteem. This school has been a great find and has helped carry us through this difficult stretch.

This is by far the most amazing environment for children. I was told by many neighbors that this…read morepreschool is phenomenal. My son is in his second year here and he loves it! The curriculum, special events, parent/teacher conferences, etc... All leave you wishing they had kindergarten classes as well. All ten of the parents in my son's class wish our kids could go here forever. Take a tour and I promise you'll fall in love as we have!

From the owner: We are a Christian Preschool located in the Wallingford neighborhood of Seattle. Children attend…read moreeither 3 or 4 hours a day. We are open Monday thru Friday, 9:30 to 1:30.

Coe School is named after Frantz Coe (1856-1904). The school was designed by James Stephen and…read morebuilt in 1907. I attended Coe School in 4th to 6th grade. This is about Mrs. Jacobson, one of my teachers. For one of our exams we were required to name all of the elements that we knew, such as iron, copper, and calcium. I wrote down many elements including some elements that Mrs. Jacobson never heard of. Mrs. Jacobson marked me down because I wrote down these elements. Bad, bad, bad, Mrs. Jacobson. This is about Mrs. Scholl. For some of our classes she just read from a story book to us. Once Mrs. Scholl told us that when receiving mail or memos her name was sometimes written as "Mrs. School." I enjoyed making my term paper on South America, which included real paper money from a couple of countries. Once Mrs. Scholl was telling us about Brazil nuts and she told the class that they were sometimes called, "Nigger toes." Bad, bad, bad, Mrs. Scholl. We had an African-American boy in our class who lived in a nearby orphanage. When Mrs. Scholl said "Nigger toes," she commented that the boy was out for that day. Mr.Wingert was one of the teachers. Once, we had to watch a film on the shrimp industry. I was bored with the film, so I sucked on my hand and it was covered with saliva. In the middle of the movie, I had to go on a pre-arranged appointment to see my mother and on the way out, Mr.Wingert unexpectedly extended his hand to shake hands. So I shook hands and he got a handful of saliva. Mr.Wingert also read stories to us, including Huckleberry Finn. I was shocked when he read the "N-word" to us. We were required to go on bathroom breaks which involved marching down the steps to the basement. Sometimes I skipped steps, taking a long step to descend down two steps at once. I got in trouble for this. For punishment I was required to go up and down a flight of steps ten times. I did not see any sense in this because this type of punishment increases risk for accidental tumbling down the steps and breaking bones. For art class Mrs.Tapp gave me a B. I was the best artist in the class, and perhaps the best artist in all of Coe School. At that time I was exceptionally skilled at drawing trees, apples, buildings, monsters, and so on. I was puzzled when Mrs.Tapp gave me a B. Bad, bad, bad, Mrs.Tapp. Once during recess I paused to spit down the stairwell and watch my spit fall 50 feet down. Mrs.Tapp saw me do this and scolded me by saying "A son of a doctor is not expected to do things like that!!!" The worse thing was Mr.Bardal the principal of the school. Mr.Bardal roamed the hallways and the schoolyard carrying a large wooden paddle for spanking his students. The paddle had four holes drilled on the end to provide for a more painful whack (the holes prevented the air from cushioning the spanks). Once during volley ball I called to Mary Butler because she was holding on to the ball and not serving it. I exclaimed, "Mary But . . ." I stopped half-way in saying her last name because just as I was saying "Butler" she served the ball. But Mary Butler who was a fat girl and had a big butt thought that I was making fun of her big butt. She complained to Mr.Bardal and I got a spanking. Fortunately, on that day I was wearing thick woolen pants which cushioned the blows. In retrospect I now realize that I am a victim of assault and battery and slander. Mary Butler's behavior could reasonably be characterized as slander which is a tort as well as a crime. Mr.Bardal's behavior could reasonably be characterized as assault and battery. We also had dance class in the gym. Linda Mueller squeezed my hand so hard that it hurt my hand. When Linda squeezed my hand the flesh of my hand was compressed over the metal of my Smokey the Bear ring which caused extra pain. But I did not mind because Linda was a foxy girl. Brenda Cole and Diana Plank were best friends and they were good at drawing horses. At recess outside they played horsey. Once Brenda Cole made fun of my last name by calling me "Toady-Brody." But I did not mind. Once I called her "Bent-Butt" instead of Brenda. The best teacher was Mrs.Bradley who taught chorus. She had us all perform Christmas songs at a local television station. Bobby Gruber's mother drove me and Bobby to the TV station. A week later my family watched us on television. What a thrill that was. I noticed that I flexed my cheek once between songs out of nervousness. We also had air raid drills in case of nuclear attack and were required to duck under our desks and cover our head and neck. In retrospect I am not sure how that could have protected us from radiation burns and falling bricks. The schoolyard has nice tetherball courts, and a big dirt field, for playing racing games. Coe School has a great safety patrol program and I enjoyed wearing the uniform (white shoulder strap) and holding up the red crossing flag. Coe School has a cafeteria, but at the time I never cared for the stewed tomatoes.

Our kids have been at Kapka for close to 4 years. We're incredibly grateful for having discovered…read morethis elementary school when we were looking. Our two kids and their friends continuously impress us by how comfortable they are in various social situation, how eloquent they are in diffusing tensions and explaining what is on their mind.- whether they're in the play yard or in situations at home, and how curious and interested about the world they are and how resourceful they can be to entertain themselves and the people around them. Kapka has nailed social-emotional learning. If you're looking for a fantastic school for your K-5 child, and you'd love to be part of a warm, diverse, interesting and engaged community, Kapka will be school for you and your child.

We chose Kapka for its small class sizes and playful learning styles, but soon discovered the…read moredozens of reasons why Kapka is a magical place to be a kid. At Kapka, every child is known, and their uniqueness celebrated. We see our child's confidence growing weekly and her enjoyment of school has skyrocketed. As a parent volunteer, spending time with the kids and teachers is a highlight in my week. I marvel at the staff and teachers' ability to connect with the students, I'm inspired by their patience and I'm grateful for their presence in my child's life.