He's calmed down a lot in the past year and he likes his new school. In fact, when I was talking with him about it the other day, he said that one of his friends had mentioned it too. I believe he said that Peter told him, "You're still crazy, but you're happy crazy."
Thank god for small favors.
His new school, as it turns out, is better than we had understood. It has three National Merit Scholar finalists; out of a class of 30, that's probably the best percentage in the city. While we don't expect miracles, he does seem more likely to graduate now that he's there. He says it's not a school for potheads (what I used to call it) but rather a place for intellectual misanthropes.
If he's happy, so be it.