just dropped ds at the station for geography.
He is pretty blase about it 
Was really chuffed with Eng though, his creative writing has always been awful, and then in a practice paper in March he wrote a fictional account based on his Grandmothers funeral. His English teacher gave him a 9 for it, and said it was an amazing piece of writing. He was then all embarrassed because it wasn't factual! He has sort of learnt it, in the hope he could use it. So he used it for the piece ending - worst job you've ever had. He said he suddenly realised 5 minutes before the end, that you have to get the last line in otherwise the whole thing is useless, and just finished in time!
So proud, this is his worst subject, and so important, because sixth form insist on 5.
(It was in Holland, he doesn't speak Dutch, he was the oldest grandchild, and, despite not being expected too at all, took it on himself to stand in the receiving line for the 101 rellies and friends to pass by. Very old fashioned and formal. He spent 10 serious minutes before learning to say the correct word in Dutch, and took it all very seriously. He also chose to go and view the body - she was in an open coffin in the next room. He wasn't close to her, and I was incredibly proud of him. The sight of my lovely FIL, my dh and ds standing in that formal line as a team really made me well up.)