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Yesterday I went to meet with my oldest's counselor...

What I cannot believe is that he is going to be a Senior in High School. Time has passed very quickly. It seems like only yesterday that he was a little baby in a swing, and now we are making plans for him to go to college. This opens a new era of money...we have to anticipate scholarships, we have to look at what colleges cost, and,  most importantly, he has to do well in college (Based upon his High School rank, he is shaping up to do well in college). When I think that 3 1/2 months ago, I was unconscious in a hospital bed and recovering from a stroke, this feels pretty good. I am very proud of his accomplishments. He is currently ranked #19 out of 135 in his class. IF he can get straight A's this semester, that might rise. However he ranks, he has done his best (I think) and for that I am very glad. The only problem (sorta) is that he took Algebra I in 8th grade...Knoxville requires at least 7 semester of HIGH SCHOOL math...in other words, even though he took Algebra I, Knoxville does not count it because it was in 8th grade, not High School. So, next year he was not planning to take a math class, but he has to because they are not counting Algebra I.

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