Today was Big Lad's last day of American high school. He ate lots of celebratory cupcakes and just generally was the Man of the Hour.
His mythology teacher wants him to read American Gods and then discuss it with the class in December via Skype. His Spanish teacher wants him to film himself promenading about his new town, identifying key features -- in Spanish. (Yesterday she threw him an epic junk-food party and made the whole class take a British slang quiz.) His physics teacher wants him to keep studying physics.
It's not all over yet -- he will play one more soccer game next week, and will march with the band in the Halloween parade.
But for the most part, he's a free man. At least until I need some brother care and heavy lifting.
(both photos by Little Lad, taken after soccer practice recently)