<p>Consolation, Why haven’t I heard of College of the Atlantic before? I just looked them up - Bar Harbor, the place that I happen to think is the most beautiful in the world. This, from their website, sounds perfect for my son: </p>
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<p>You’re curious and self-directed.</p>
<p>You love to dig into complex questions.</p>
<p>You connect best with dynamic teachers who challenge you to think in new ways.</p>
<p>You’re looking for a school that’s also a community.</p>
<p>You care about what you learn, but also how you learn it.</p>
<p>You have multiple areas of interest and don’t want your college major to box you in.</p>
<p>You see things in the world you’d like to change, and you allow yourself to believe that all dreams are practical.</p>
<p>Does any of this sound familiar? If you like the idea of small, rigorous classes in a beautiful place, are looking for a tight-knit community that respects individualism, think far enough out of the box to want your studies to encompass several fields, and get excited about the notion of a hands-on, minds-on education, COA could be a great fit for you. </p>
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<p>He has ALWAYS been curious and self-directed. When he was a tiny child, he became intensely interested in geography. I remember him walking around, carrying his globe, which was almost as tall as he was. He used to sleep with his globe. By the time he was in 1st grade, he had a very detailed map of the entire world in his brain. I kept a map of the US he drew from memory that year. He not only knew where countries were, he knew about topography, climate, popuation, industries, languages spoken, etc. When he was a little older, he was drawing red/blue county maps of certain states after elections. My nephew was in charge of the international student’s “brother to brother” club in his college. When DS was about 10, he led a trip to NYC and came to our house with two vans full of about 20 international students from all over the world. They parked the vans at our house and took the train into the city. They had dinner with us the first night (I had to learn about Halal cooking) and breakfast their last day. Some of them were from countries that most people in the US had never heard of. My son was thrilled to have the chance to question people from different parts of the world, and they were astounded to meet this little kid who knew so much about their countries (and we didn’t know beforehand exactly which countries they were from).</p>
<p>A typical story: when DS was in 5th grade, he started taking French in school. The teacher, in the introductory lecture, threw out a number of how many people in the world spoke French. DS raised his hand and questioned the number, spouting statistics on how many people spoke French in various countries and saying that they added up to a different number. Not meaning to be fresh, just unable to let something go that didn’t make sense to him. And oblivious to the fact that the teacher had meant this to be a quick comment motivating the study of French, not the start of an extended discussion of all the places in the world where people spoke French. The teacher was not happy about this.</p>
<p>He’s had other intense interests over the years. He was very interested in armor, weapons, how metal was used to manufacture them. Many hours in the armor galleries at the Met. Meteorology. Politics. Etc., etc.</p>