Dave emptied the hot tub and rolled it into the basement. Buttoned up, the cabin faded in our read view mirror as we aimed the Jeep for Winston-Salem and the year’s adventure: Dave to play Grandpa Extraordinaire and I to teach high school English after a 12-year hiatus. We left Maryland on August 9, the day before our 46th anniversary.
At 9 AM on Monday I sat in the first faculty meeting of the year, somewhat ready to tackle the task at hand.
The student contracts and each syllabus for grades 9-12 lay neatly on my own desk.
My son, the headmaster, opened with a meaningful devotional based on Ephesians 2:8-10.
“For by grace you have been saved– through faith.And this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God — not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are Christ’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
The students in grades 7-12 headed to Lions’ Camp for a week while I began to draft lesson plans.
Put me in a cannon and launch!