I was. When I was his age, I went after the school district with respect to the definition of a "senior" at the high school. I convinced the district to define class standing by the number of classes completed rather than the number of semesters attended. The result was that 65 members of my graduating class had senior privileges as we finished high school in 2 years instead of 3.
In junior high, I went after the district to get condiments (ketchup, mustard, mayo) available to students purchasing the awful oatmeal laced burgers sold by the cafeteria. Yet another win.
I encouraged my son to pursue the issue. The effort and accomplishment was his own work.
Proud you should be, most Honorable First Class Parent!
Gee, all I ever did was wear strings tied around my flip flops because the admin said we couldn’t wear flip flops due to safety concerns, (1972).