We had planned to send The Boy off for the winter session, but it’s a really, really big deal around here to get a 13-year-old in. The Dean has to give personal permission, papers must be signed, oaths sworn, etc. This all magically vanishes at 14.
Bureaucracy is a wondrous thing.
Not complaining, mind you: There’s still plenty ‘round here to teach him.
Anyway, The Boy is at his first class today. Summer session is a dicey time to start. Classes are relatively intense (two hours a day, every day) and, of course, you have the “teacher factor” magnified. An easy teacher is probably going to be extra easy in the summer, while a harder teacher is going to concentrate all the work he’d normally give into half the time.
He wanted to take a business or economics class–he’s got his eye on an MBA before 20–but they were full. I suggested the cinema class. I figure that it will be interesting, and I hope not to grueling–but it will get him used to being on campus. (And get him some legit university credits.)
Update to come shortly.