Barter-Based School Catching On Globally

sethopia writes "In 2010, three people had the crazy idea to start a school where the teachers teach whatever they want and the students pay for classes with whatever teachers need — cutlery, art, advice — but never with money. Trade Schools have been popping up around the world and are now active in 15 cities and 10 countries, with almost no prodding from its founders. Caroline Woolard, one of the founders, discusses the challenges and opportunities of adapting their idea to an international audience and making the Trade School software — based on Python and Django — great."

Pay with what teachers need.

[Anonymous Coward]

Blowjobs?

Can they pay with Bitcoin?

[Anonymous Coward]

Because I just happen to have $87,000 worth of Bitcoin.

Re:Can they pay with Bitcoin?

[G3ckoG33k]

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Trade with a Web Designer... Please.

[ohnocitizen]

Holy white on yellow batman! Their site (http://tradeschool.coop/) has successfully burrowed inside my eyes and is setting up a permanent tent city. They could use some help designing the site, or at least getting a readable color scheme. Mayo on yellow mustard surrounded by ketchup is not working.

Re:Cash

[Anonymous Coward]

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I've got ninety thousand pounds in my pajamas.
I've got forty thousand French francs in my fridge.
I've got lots and lots of lira,
Now the deutschmark's getting dearer,
And my dollar bill could buy the Brooklyn Bridge.

There is nothing quite as wonderful as money,
There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash,
Some people say it's folly
But I'd rather have the lolly
With money you can make a smash.

There is nothing quite as wonderful as money
There is nothing like a newly minted pound
Everyone must hanker
For the butchness of a banker
It's accountancy that makes the world go round.

You can keep your Marxist ways
For it's only just a phase.
For its money, money, money,
Makes the world go round.
Money, money, money, money, money, money!