We got backto Oz a few weeks ago, but I've been running around trying to assist eldest Bule Boy in trying to decide his Year 11 subjects for next year...
I am a little flummoxed at the entire process really. He is a 14 year old child, who is being asked to determine the best pathway to his dream career...What the??? Here we have a kid who struggles with ordering at McDonald's, let alone what he wants to watch on TV. Sigh...
We have managed to get him some fairly broad choices, that should (in a perfect world) offer him the greatest number of options in two years time - PROVIDING he passes the exams.
In the meantime, I am having fond memories of Pediatricians telling me that he'd never speak...and paying a fortune in speech therapy to ensure otherwise.
If they could see him now...
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