Nice teachers. Too chaotic and kids are left to their own demise. Offers plenty of extra curricular…read moreactivities but only a few can participate, not inclusive at all. Basically a normal kid will only have school here and not allowed for much else. Setting kids up to fail, starting young. Disappointed to say the least.

Excellent teachers and staff. Many opportunities for students. Very family oriented. Safety and…read moresecurity of school and students are top notch.

my granddaughter was fortunate ate enough to attend this very special school, Ms Jones so…read moreprepared her for preK, and PreK made her a well rounded child with excellent skills to start her road to education, very top quality

"Lo, four winters I did toil 'neath the baleful roof of Oak Park, and not once did the sun shine…read morewithin." Attend thee well, and let this missive serve as fair warning to any soul brave or foolish enough to darken the threshold of Oak Park High, that fell institution nestled in the far reaches of KCMO, where dreams are led to pasture and joy doth flee like a thief in the night. Upon mine arrival, I was struck not by the warmth of welcome, but by the chill of apathy. The halls, lined with crumbling scrolls and faded banners, echo not with laughter nor learning, but with the tortured sighs of scholars past, whose spirits still haunt those cursed lockers. The air itself is thick with gloom, as if the very walls doth mourn their purpose. The keepers of knowledge -- a most weary and befuddled lot -- taketh more interest in their enchanted glowing scrolls (some do call them "phones") than in the sacred duty of instruction. Oft did they speak in riddles, or worse, not at all. One instructor did vanish midway through the semester, never to return. Rumour speaks of madness; others claim dragons. The meatless stew served in the dining hall might well be a form of alchemy gone wrong. I bit into a pie once, and it wept. Yea, it wept. And I with it. As for the activities meant to stir youthful spirit, they were naught but cruel pageantry. Pep rallies resembled funerals, and the bards of the marching band did play with all the fervor of slugs in molasses. A singular squirrel, emboldened by the absence of order, did claim dominion o'er the gymnasium for a fortnight, and was declared more effective at motivating students than the entire council of elders. What did I learn, thou askest? These three dark truths: Trust not in thine administrators, for their words are wind, and their punishments swift yet meaningless. The art of snacking in silence is mightier than the sword. Escape, if thou canst -- flee these halls, and never look back, lest the sorrow take root in thy soul. Should any wayward youth or hopeful parent be tempted to send their kin unto this scholastic oubliette, let this review serve as thine omen. For Oak Park is no place of learning -- 'tis a cautionary tale writ in detentions and despair.

It is a beautiful school with incredible facilities. I just came in town and spoke to students…read morethere about resilience. The staff were amazing and made the entire experience flawless.