Hi ho, hi ho

...it's off to school he goes.

Six weeks to the day after his accident, Lightning Boy will be headed off to his first day of high school, just a little later start than everyone else. With one heck of a conversation-starter head scar readily visible under the buzz cut he's managed to grow out so far (as you can see in this picture of Wiley and Tim, taken Sunday afternoon just before Tim headed back down to LA for this week's work).

To prep, Wiley's racing gung ho through as much schoolwork as he can to be caught up. He is madly learning Bach's Brandenburg's Concerto no.3 on his bass -- as well as other pieces for Orchestra, but the Bach seems the most daunting. He's also catching up with English class reading (Life of Pi) and essays, completing the last 2 assignments for Algebra that he needs to be up to where the rest of the class is, and, last but not least, consuming World History, on which he has a test his first day(!). He's also been conferring with his lockermate, who rather assumed it would be a semester, at least, of not having to compete for space. Wrong!

This weekend was an especially full one. It luckily started with Tim and bro' Steve making it back from LA Friday night instead of Saturday morning, a welcome reprieve. That provided a good bit of room for Wiley to have friends over on Saturday, catching up with some he hadn't seen since the accident. Sunday, Wiley, Tyler, and Nancy plunged into making an enormous four batches of chocolate chip cookies, so as to be able to bring a treat with the thank you message they are delivering this afternoon to: the ICU where Wy spent 9 days; the Truama/Neuro floor where he had his own "room" and was made as comfortable as possible while awaiting his final surgery -- nearly 3 weeks; and of course the "homies" of rehab who worked with Wy in the hospital and made it possible to get discharged from the hospital to home, instead of an outpatient rehab center.

It's got to be pretty wonderful for all those folks to see a kid go from comatose and having an uncertain prognosis to a kid walking in, saying thank you with cookies he helped make, and telling them that he's headed off to high school tomorrow. Six weeks after he well checked in.

I'm sure it won't be an easy transition, dropping into high school as he is, but I bet he finds his feet pretty quickly. It seems to be his way.