<p>As someone who commuted more than one-hour each way (urban highway driving) for two years of college, because my mother thought it somehow “safer” than living on campus, I’d be very cautious of “living at home” as a solution for poor grades and disorganization. I was a hyper-organized diligent over-achiever student, and still found the commuting to be a miserable existence. I’d ask OP to reconsider options, and steer son to Student Services, tutoring, and educational psych evaluation to determine whether there are underlying LD issues. (I’ve not read prior OP posts on other threads.)</p>
<p>Here’s what I remember from my two years of commuting, aside from traffic jams and terrible weather conditions:</p>
<p>I had a great deal of homework, long hours in addition to my three hours of commuting (six days a week because classes met on Saturdays too), and I often found myself falling asleep in the morning, behind the wheel, driving with one eye forced open while the other rested. Fortunately I never had an accident. There was no way I could get 8 hrs of sleep, commute, attend classes, do homework, and eat/dress/breath.</p>
<p>I often drove home late at night, fortunate not to have any accidents due to reckless drivers but driving by several very bad ones. I still attended parties on campus on weekends, which resulted in midnight drives home.</p>
<p>Though my grades were good, plenty of my fellow commuter students couldn’t swing the commute plus the homework and class time. There were a fair number of drop-outs, mostly by commuters.</p>
<p>Commuters had little sense of campus camaraderie. It can be a relatively lonely experience. Commuter lounge, cafeteria, and lockerroom were depressing.</p>
<p>Yes, I had significant “household responsibilities” too. I think this was part of my (stay-at-home) mother’s thinking, that my chores would become hers.</p>
<p>After two years, I adamantly demanded to live on campus, after being followed home to my parents’ driveway by a drunk driver who tailgated me for 20 miles (he told police he picked me up in a downtown bar despite my being underaged and dressed in volleyball gear.) My mother finally acknowledged that commuting was less safe than living on campus.</p>