“This past Spring I decided to stop by MSO after not having seen the campus in two decades, and the first thought that crossed my mind was that the large grass field behind the school was substantially smaller than I remembered it to be. Now I don’t mean to say that the field is objectively small in any way, as it is significantly larger than a soccer field. What I mean is that MSO was a place where anything was possible, and the only thing constraining me was the limit of my own imagination. Want to blast model rockets into the heavens and then recover them afterwards? The field was a perfect launch pad. Epic touch football games? We ran out of breath long before running out of room. I remember climbing oak trees as tall as redwoods and traversing monkey bars over shark infested sand dunes.
It is only now, after attending excellent high/undergraduate/graduate schools, that I recognize just how special MSO was. Classes moved at my own pace, so I was never bored, though I was always challenged and encouraged. I wish I could say the same thing about any of my subsequent education. MSO is the kind of school that prior students send their children to not because it is a household name like Harvard but because it allows and encourages everyone to achieve their maximum potential. I have no children yet and don’t live near the Ojai Valley, but I know exactly where I will be sending mine if I ever move back to Ojai.”