I went to an LD school that was way outside the box and I thrived there.
Unfortunately it had to shut down because it couldn't comply with new
arbitrary laws passed for the benefit of the Teacher's Union.
It may have had something to do with few teachers teaching multiple subjects,
maybe that phys ed was not taught by a "coach", but in any case it was such
a different kind of environment that it could easily fail to meet arbitrary standards.
It may have been because the teachers there weren't members of the union,
they actually cared about the school and students, and almost nothing of politics.
Most of them lived on the grounds.
To me it was like a magic garden. Before it became a school it was a farm.
Elective intracurricular activities included skiing, horseback riding, swimming,
hiking (there was a maze of trails covering about 300 acres), music,
arts and crafts, wood shop (where we actually helped build the place),
computers, yoga, and even almost any topic of interest to us.
There were no bell-clocks so there was no strict schedule. Very informal.
Formality would have only been relevant to a typical strictly formal function.
There were many field trips.
There were very interesting educational movies, and movies of our field trips also.
There were couches instead of desks, but there was a blackboard, and
the rest of the walls were bookshelves full of books like a library.
There were the standardized tests, but "teaching for them" only happened
shortly before it was time to take them.
There were only intramural sports, no official teams playing against other schools.
One thing I remember doing is exploring every single trail and making a huge map.
I did too many things to remember with the computer, including programming a
virtual reality game about the whole place, based on my map.
Another is, some of us would write happy stories,
and read them to the class, if we could and would.
I knew it was "the best school in the world" as soon as I went with my parents
to see it and walked into the classroom and everyone was singing THE CAT CAME BACK.
What a wonderful difference! Instead of being harassed in halls by classmates between
classes and being very shy, there was joyful singing together.
That school was nothing like a prison. Public school was all like a prison.
After that school closed, it's large estate became a wildlife sanctuary or nature preserve.
If you still cannot imagine what it was like, try to imagine a Not-Summer camp.
I think it would be very hard to make schools like that here again now.