My son goes to a special school. No, not a short bus kind of school - although, come to think of it, they do have short buses. His school is a funky, alternative, if you learn better standing on your head then by all means stand on your head kind of school.
In the interview to get into this school, my son did the whole interview as if he was a crawfish (speaking of crawfish - and we don't even live in Louisiana) because he went through this month long phase that coincided with his interview where he was convinced he was a crawfish. And, of course, this funky, alternative school thought that any kid who was convinced he was a crawfish was exactly the type of kid that would excel at their funky, alternative (read, the price of university) school.
And damn it if they aren't right. Because he has the freedom to learn whatever the hell he wants, he learns like a maniac. He is a maniac. So the fit is perfect. All year long he has been studying lawyers and the court system because he wanted to make me proud. (awwwww) And tonight he is giving a presentation about the Miranda trial. And he can tell you all about HIPAA. And the right to arm bears. I kind of feel sorry for the parents of the kids who are presenting on "puppies" and "candy" although we are supposed to be supportive of all the kids' presentations even if they chose to study puppies or candy for an entire year. Amateurs.
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