What If the School You Dreamed Of Wasn’t a Fantasy—Just Ahead of Its Time?
 
So, here's the thing you need to know:

I'm not just tinkering with an idea. I'm not casually spitballing a new project. I'm impassionately iterating on a lifelong ache. And the fact that it’s led me here—to this—is honestly so cool I could cry.
 
Growing up, my life wasn’t exactly a cartoon montage.
A lot of time alone in the basement.
Didn't vibe with the kids at school.
Didn’t vibe with the neighborhood crew.
Didn’t really vibe with the family, either.
 
But school?
School was the one place that looked like it could be different.
It promised something.

A chance to learn my way out of a stuck life.
A map to something more.
 
But then I got there. And I thought:
“What the hell is this?”
 
I couldn’t figure out why I was supposed to care about any of it.
Nothing felt relevant to anything that mattered to me.
It was like being starved and handed a spoonful of dust.
 
And I was bitter.
I’ve been bitter—for decades.
Like, scorched-earth, soul-deep hatred of school.
And that bitterness felt righteous… until it didn’t.
 
About a month ago—three years into building this project—I realized something:
I didn’t hate school.
I didn't hate teachers.
I really didn't mind my peers, either.
I was just heartbroken.
Why?
Because I loved the IDEA of school.
I loved the IDEA of good teachers.
I loved the IDEA of good friends.
 
I loved what they promised.
 
What broke my heart was that school rarely delivered.
School didn't teach me about good schools.
School didn't teach me about good teachers.
School didn't teach me about good friends.
 
Why not?!
Seems kinda relevant, don't ya think?
 
And the anger?
It wasn’t about rebellion, though it often looked like it was.
No. It was about grief.
Grief that I missed the Aliveness of my own life.
Grief that school didn't teach me to connect learning to a life worth living for ME. 
Grief that school and our understanding of learning needed to be rebooted, and there wasn't a direct path there.
 
Spill the Water is learning reimagined.
Iterated.
Not with flashier tech, though we have it.
Not with longer school days, though AI is always on.
Rather, with one simple, radical shift: LET'S LEARN TO BE ALIVE.
 
Let's learn not for compliance.
Not for memorization.
But for a living, breathing, messy, exhilarating dance with curiosity, community, and becoming.
 
That's why I created Curio.
I wanted a sacred space where we learn about learning.
I wanted a sacred space where we learn to try again.
I wanted a sacred space where men can pull back the veil and taste the intimacy of Aliveness being birthed into their own lives again.

Spill the Water is a sacred space to spill the water.
 
It’s a school.
It's a classroom.
With a twist.
And that twist makes it a Curio.
 
And it's a reproducible container for real learning, not pretend learning.
Not subject mastery for testing, but life mastery for living well.
We’re teaching how to fall in love with the process.
How to build nutritious communities, not just perform in them.
How to fail gloriously, iterate forward, and reset again and again.
 
We don’t want to tear down education.
We want to fulfill its actual promise—for this generation and the next.
 
I know this idea, too, will evolve. It should.
That’s the whole point.
 
But if you’ve ever felt the sting of school done wrong, if you’ve ever longed for something more human, more alive, more real, come spill the water with us.
 
Let’s build the kind of learning that has us remember just how Alive we really are.