I think Ken Robinson has some fab theory, not so much pragmatic advice to apply it.
I also think, in defence of a system that has to transform constantly to meet the ever-changing needs and demands, that it is utterly impossible to please everybody. Not all schools (esp primary, my speciality) are crap, and it's unfair to tar them all with the same brush. There are many teachers out there doing an unbelievably good job in the face of bewilderingly diverse demands.
I think SATS are awful, though - the maths test in KS1, for example, is nothing to do with how good a mathematician you are, but how good you are at reading comprehension. It's a shocker.
I'm amazed and inspired by the post from the person in British Columbia who said that HE is funded at an equivalent rate to the cost of having a child in school. IMHO, that's how it should be!!
A few people on here have been saying they were wondering if a kind of middle ground were possible - by secondary school, could a pupil attend for some specialist subjects? Apparently this is possible, but you would probably need to approach individual secondary schools with some kind of workable proposal. Some are open to it, though I don't know of specific examples. (I found this out from the Home Ed websites - there are some amazing articles and research on them, if you've time.)
I also love the bus and taxi analogy.
In the end, I like to think that, although the school has my child from 9 til 3 at the moment, I'm lucky enough to have her the rest of the time. I see it as my job to let her have time and space to dream, to get bored, to therefore get creative (though painting is banned
). We also use the time to do some creative and open-ended tasks together.. some of it has made me sad, as I realise how much of my schooling has stamped out so much of my creativity - DD is so much more of a divergent thinker than I'll probably ever be...
If I could choose one 'mainstream' route for her, it'll be - with any luck - doing an International Baccalaureate, rather than a mainstream sausage factory route. Fingers crossed...