His dietary/science teacher told me that Difficult Child made up one test today. But he did not do the rest of the work she gave him. She also said that she moved him to the front of the room to a separate desk because 1) he wouldn't stop talking, and 2) the girl next to him said he smelled. The teacher said he smelled like ... something distinctive. Not just BO. BO with chemicals. She made an announcement to the class and told them all to bathe and change their clothes. She told me that he was very open and trusting with-her, and showed her pictures of the baby. She told him he needed to bathe, change his clothes, get his life straight, and "You're going to smell like that kind of smoke around the baby? And hold her with those dirty hands and fingernails?" "Good for you!" I said. She knows his girlfriend, H, from all 4 yrs of HS. Can't figure out why she's going to a community college when she was a brilliant, straight-A student. I told her that she is doing everything to oppose her parents' wishes, including throwing away applications and invitations to places like Harvard. "That'll show you, Mom and Dad! I'll be mediocre!" (The teacher laughed.) In the end, the teacher said, "All we can do is pray for him." Gulp. The gov't teacher wasn't as bad as I expected. I thought he'd be rougher. He couldn't figure out why Difficult Child kept skipping his class, and wouldn't talk to him. I told him that he was afraid and angry because of the phone incident. He scoffed and said, "That was last week. It's all over with. I deal with kids like that every day! I'm sorry to hear that he feels that way. But I'm not mad. Why does he think I'm mad? Well, he's still got time before the end of the 9-wk period to make up the work." I told him that I apologized and that I explained a lot in the long email I had sent. And that I could explain more at the 504 mtng on Monday. But basically, you combine Asperger's, bipolar, and pot, and you get a person who is apathetic, impulsive, and who sticks to one mindset, so if they think you are mad at them, it is forever. He had a hard time grasping that. Then he said, "I'll email the notes to you and you can print them out. What's your email address?" I gave it to him and he said, "Didn't I already email you?" "No. I emailed you twice and you never responded." He looked at his computer monitor and said, "Oh, sorry, guess I didn't. I'm going camping with my family for the weekend so I'll get to this on Tuesday." He never read my emails. "Why can't Difficult Child just read the textbook and do the work from that?" "The way I teach, it jumps around and there is no way for him to know what I have covered. So they've got to come to class and take notes from what I teach. But he can still make it. Does he have enough credits to graduate?" "If he doesn't fail." "He can't graduate without this class." Ah. Well, there you have it.