Max has settled into his new (old) school. He's back at Fundy (against his will) for grade 12. As is his usual way of handling things, he's making the best of it. I love that about him.
They had no choice but to put him in Art 12, which, so far, surprisingly he loves. Go figure. He's hasn't done Art since grade 8. And he's stoked about Math 11, (the "easy" one) and it's relevance. He showed me the course outline, and is looking forward to all the units they'll be covering.
(He's only in Math 11 bcause there's a small, slight, hope that by some miracle that could only be from God, he actually passed Math 10 this summer. Fingers crossed. "Please God..."
Loves "High School". He's still in the same building as he has been for K - 7 (they made it a highschool this summer, so he doesn't get to try a new environment. I started driving Clint to that school in 1992, and with Drew graduating from it in 2012 - That's twenty freaking years that I have logged in, driving back and forth to Fundy. )
So far, and it's only been 3 days, he's upbeat and happy about going. And he brings home notices and forms. And wants to return them on time.
His project this week is to finish off the project we started on the July long weekend and then abandoned.