Summer began for our family at the beginning of June.
We put away our books and just rested from all of it. Sort of. While we weren’t doing school, I was busy preparing my 15-year-old for a new chapter. He is going to school for the summer.
Monday through Friday, from 7:30 in the morning to 2:00 in the afternoon, D1 (our Science-Techie-Autism-Super-Nerd) is attending a local STEM high school’s Introduction to Engineering summer program.
This is the kid who took apart the laptop and left a note on it for me which read “Don’t Touch Please”, when I got home from work after midnight.
The one who obsessively watches Five Nights at Freddy’s videos on YouTube.
The one who was singlehandedly responsible for not one but TWO sump pump failures, started my van when he was THREE, and left the basement door open overnight during a blizzard.
The one who told me he could solve a Rubik’s Cube “So fast” and then proceeded to take his apart to prove that he could do it. The Cheater!
It’s only for five weeks but it feels so BIG. For him, it IS big. This is the biggest deal EVER because when you have Autism and ADHD, not only is it hard to sit and DO the things typically done in a school classroom, it’s also hard to “your peeps”– kids who you can connect with and make friends.
This is huge.
If this summer session goes well, he will earn a full science credit and admittance to their Advanced Engineering program for his Junior and Senior years of high school. Half days, every day. There isn’t another school like this in our whole state. We’re told that school district Admins are coming from all over the country to see how this
school functions because it is such a small, specialized, and cutting-edge.
He has Autism. He is almost 16. He cannot write a five-paragraph essay. He stutters. He has trouble staying seated for more than ten minutes at a time. And he was accepted into a very high-level engineering program.
His grade is based in part on group project participation, but largely on his Engineering Notebook. A notebook. As in hand-written, with drawings created by HIM.
I’m trying not to be a helicopter Momma, really I am.
Writing is the very worst for him. It’s his biggest struggle. And yet my hands are OFF and other than reminding him to pull out his homework, I’m not involved here. It’s time for him to stand on his strengths and his own two feet.
His strengths are amazing and he knows how to work with his weaknesses. Take THAT, doctor who said he might never read and didn’t hold much hope for him learning to speak! Homeschooling works!