The Imago School
A private Christian school in the classical tradition


Aaron B.

I graduated from Imago in 1994, in a class of six. From there, I went to Westford Academy. As prior alumni have said, there was somewhat of a transition going to a public school, into a class of over 200. I was well-prepared academically from my time at Imago, and I quickly got involved in sports, music, and other after-school programs.

I graduated with an S.B. in Electrical Engineering and Computer Science from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. While at MIT, I was part of Campus Crusade for Christ and attended Park Street Church downtown.

Immediately after college, I worked for a couple of software start-ups in the Boston area. Some day, I’ll likely return to that world, but a little over seven years ago, I had the opportunity to join a small group called the Global Health Delivery Project, a startup-like non-profit affiliated with Harvard Medical School, Brigham & Women’s Hospital, and Harvard Business School. I jumped at the chance to put my software development and team management skills to use to build products and services that helped those delivering health care in isolated, resource-limited settings. It’s been a challenging but fun journey.

My wife, Laura, and I live in Arlington, MA, which has a great balance of urban and suburban life for us. (We’re both originally from Westford.) God has blessed us with a full, noisy, and fun house: we have three children and a golden retriever.

I started playing music (first trombone, later guitar and bass) during my time at Imago, and it’s been something I’ve continued through high school, college, and beyond. One of the things I always appreciated about Imago was that the arts were considered an important component of our development, reflected in the amount of time dedicated to them in the curriculum.

As others have said, it’s hard to pick just one Imago memory. I spent my entire eight years at Imago in the Shattuck St building in Littleton, so I have fond memories of sledding on the big hill, playing soccer on the lower field, rehearsing for Reformation plays in the gym/auditorium, and the big “move downstairs” when we hit 5th grade. More obscure memories include dissecting beef hearts in science class, a 100-page-long drawing we made in 1st grade (we might have been the instigators behind Miss A’s 1-page-per-person-per-day policy), and making sugar-cube dioramas for history class.