Schools, tutors and organisations

A calm web console for the people who teach, and a hard rule underneath it: a teacher sees a child only because a parent connected them, and only ever their school skills.

What the console is

A browser app with six sections — Overview, Learners, Classes, Assign, Curriculum and Billing. You make a class, the class gets a code, and a parent types that code into their own app to connect their child. That is the only route into a class: nobody can add a child from this side, and no learner is ever created here.

Assigning a skill does not open a worksheet. It puts the skill on that child’s path, in their own sport, where it shows up as the next spot like everything else.

Tutors run up to 30 students at $29 a month, and schools and organisations are $3 a learner a year from 50 seats. Both are invoiced by hand while we're in beta.

What a teacher can see

The list is short on purpose, and it is enforced by the database rather than by the screens.

  • ✓ School skillsMastery per learner and per class, and which skills a class is getting stuck on.
  • ✓ A nickname and a sportA learner here is a nickname, an avatar and a school year. No real name, no email, no password — children do not have accounts.
  • ✕ Never a question or an answerNot what was asked, not what was chosen, not anything typed. There is no transcript to show anyone.
  • ✕ Never the bonus gamesPlay belongs to the family, not to the class.

The parent is the one who decides

A teacher reaches a child through exactly one thing: a live connection a parent made with a class code. The parent ends it in their own app and the teacher stops seeing that child on the next query. Nothing about the child was ever copied into the school’s workspace, so there is no second copy anywhere to forget about.

A class code is a key and nothing else. A wrong code and an archived class answer identically, so there is nothing to be learned by guessing at them.

Start a class in an afternoon.

See the plans

Children never sign in to the console. The grown-ups do.