Following a long and illustrious family tradition, my youngest has elected to drop out of school.
This is very exciting; my offspring are … lively.
I had expected my son to spend a week or several meandering around before we started any sort of ambitious educational schedule.
Instead, he negotiated a multi-faceted curriculum including writing, reading, languages, music, physics, biology, and maths.
To the extent that he has managed to finish an entire year of advanced algebra work…. in three days. While blazing his way through a couple of tomes of classic literature. Interspersed with his habitual allotment of P. G. Wodehouse, obviously.
He says that he feels happier and more fulfilled now that he is able to do proper work.
I shouldn’t be surprised; my offspring are excessively difficult and eccentric and twitchy, but they do have some mad skills.
Literally.
If you were enrolled at the Bee Lavender Academy of Etiquette, lessons of the day would include letter writing, filmmaking, and David Copperfield.