Today was the beginning of a new school year for my guys. So much promise in a new day. Saying toodleloo to the old and welcoming the new adventures. As some of you may remember, last year was a miserable one for Dexter. We spent the last year with too many doctors, school administrators, and truly negative school experiences. We knew that he was not going back to this school, and promised him that he would have a new start. I researched every school in our area. Feeling out Principals, teachers, and touring every campus within a 50 mile radius. I figured we would be going the home school route. I narrowed my search to one charter school, 2 home school options, and a traditional junior high. I took Dex to each school, and figured that one of the home school options was going to strike his fancy. To my surprise he chose the traditional junior high. I hesitated for about a week before I actually enrolled him, giving him lots of opportunities to change his mind. I know that my hesitation was due to my own fear of a repeat of last year and wanting him to be safe and feel successful. Dexter kept telling me that he just wanted to try to go to a junior high because he wanted to be in band and try out for the wrestling team. As much as I wanted to keep him home, I knew I needed to let him have his voice and to try. After our second tour of the junior high everything started to feel right about him attending. At 4:30 this morning when he walked in my room all dressed and ready to wait for the bus I knew that we may have a little success. All day I waited by my phone, expecting a call from Dex or one of his teachers. After noon I figured his day was going swimmingly. Dexter bounded in from school this afternoon sharing his exciting day. He gets to take computers, history, band, and art along with all the other necessary junior high classes. But best of all, he made a friend.