On Monday, Wiley’s first full day as a high school freshman, he got back his first test grade since his return to school. Drumroll. It was algebra. Sharp intake of breath. Hold.
An A-. An A-!
On an algebra test. You can bet his parents were pretty happy when he gave them that news.
I’d say he’s pretty well caught up with that class.
Nancy said he came home from school all smiles on Monday. I bet he feels kind of like he’s got his life back, and he's pretty happy about it. (He has, overall, been enormously sunny of mood and charming in his recovery. In fact, Nancy said she was kind of reassured when he got annoyed by her prodding about when he’d work on his soon-due 5-paragraph essay. He is, after all, 14, nearly 15, and a little surliness is to be expected!)
Wiley’s on track to perform a few pieces with his school (ArtQuest) orchestra in their first performance, coming up October 2nd, in the evening. He’ll be playing standup bass. (If you are interested in tickets, give her a call or drop her an e-mail; she’d be glad to arrange that for you.)
Not much else is newsworthy, really. Which is, in and of itself, of course, newsworthy.
As Wiley’s trajectory has started to rejoin with the daily life of nearly any boy his age, the whole drive for the blog has also started to fade into my own rejoined daily life and that of his family. It has become more sporadic, I’m sure you’ve noticed, as the news is more and more simply normal life. At Nancy’s suggestion, I’ll plan on one more blog entry for Wiley, after he sees his neurosurgeon this Friday. After that, I think we can all become part of giving Wiley his own life back. He can once again become his own publicist (I told him I had been fulfilling that role these last weeks), select by himself what becomes public, who gets to hear what. Return to being a 14-, nearly 15-, year old kid. Who just happens to be really tall and have a really, really big scar on his head.
And who has a heck of a lot of people just thankful that he’s around.
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