This morning, I took my first trip to a private school. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. My impression of private schools has always been what I’ve seen on TV, so pretty much like the wealthy, uniform-sporting kids on the Fresh Prince of Bel Air who are either spoiled brats or nerdy book worms. Well, the students at Carden Memorial School in Salt Lake City were wearing uniforms, and perhaps some of their parents are wealthy, but they all seemed very “normal” and were very well-behaved — even reverent.
I entered the old brick building following an elderly man in a suit. I figured that continuing to follow him through the school might lead me to the auditorium where the weekly devotional was to be held.

Along the way, he paused to greet each student that he passed individually. “Good morning,” he said. “Good morning, Mr. Jeffs,” each student pleasantly and sincerely replied with a smile.
When we arrived at the auditorium it was empty, except for about twelve adults seated in the back. I soon discovered that they were parents who had come to watch their children participate in the devotional. After a minute or two, dozens of students from about ages 8-14 quietly followed their teachers in a single-file line to their seats where they stood waiting for their other classmates to file in. The boys were dressed in navy blue pants and jackets; the girls wore plaid skirts and navy jackets and most had their hair curled or tied up with a ribbon.
They remained standing as Mrs. Horne, the assistant schoolmaster, welcomed them: “Good morning, students.” In unison they replied, “Good morning, Mrs. Horne.” After singing a hymn-like song, five or so students from Miss Brown’s fifth grade class went to the front of the auditorium to lead the devotional. The first student offered a simple prayer. The second asked the guests to stand and led everyone in the Pledge of Allegiance — first in English then in French.
The next student led the other students in reciting “Meditation #9″ about how anger can destroy a person’s soul, remove their inner peace, and master them, so please “O God take away our anger.” The next student shared a verse from Isaiah and the last one recited a poem about what it means to be an American.
Next, Miss Brown led about 25 students to the stage where they recited an inspiring poem called “Myself” by Edgar Albert Guest. As they said the poem, it was as if I could see the students gaining confidence and self-respect by the minute. Then, one of the older girls went to the piano to play a solo. I expected a nice rendition of “Hot Cross Buns” but was surprised when she played the third movement of some difficult piano concerto. Her precision and musical expression amazed me.
Finally, Mr. Jeffs gave a brief account of the E Form (8th Grade) students’ 10-day American History Tour to the Washington, D.C. area. I found myself wishing that I had been able to tag along.

The students then reverently filed out to their classrooms. Just a few minutes later, more students who were much younger and smaller, came in just as quietly, held a similar devotional, and returned to class. I was left to ponder the scene I just had witnessed. I marveled how these young people were not only well-behaved, but they were also happy. They seemed to be overcoming the childishness of youth while still living and loving their childhood.
I wished that I had been able to attend a school like that. My years in the public schools I attended were wonderful and usually productive, especially elementary school, but I wonder if I could have learned so much more — not only about the three R’s and history, music, and art, but also about discipline, love, and respect.
When I left the school, it seemed as if I had stepped out of a dream. I hadn’t imagined that schools like this one really existed, especially in Utah. My account may sound like hyperbole, but my experience this morning truly was unique to me; it transformed my view of how daily life at school can shape a child’s life for good.
Granted, today was just one brief experience at one private school, and a school like this might not be best for every child, but I do hope that my children will have the opportunity to attend a school like Carden Memorial.
What do you think?