For the past three and a half years I have had the most amazing job. It doesn’t pay, there’s no opportunity for advancement, and it requires me to work weekends and holidays. Despite these apparent drawbacks, it has been one of most gratifying experiences of my life. Since January 2003 I have served as a Sunday School teacher for high school juniors and seniors. Week in and week out I’ve baked brownies, expounded on scriptures, and tap danced to try to win the attention of sometimes grumpy, often tired, always good for a laugh teens. I’ve attended their concerts and shows, edited their English papers and college essays, and written their Eagle Scout and scholarship recommendations. Every bit I have given them, they have repaid, though they probably don’t know it. Through them I have learned much about the inner workings of the teenager (it’s been way too long since I was one myself), just in time to raise my own. I have witnessed through their eyes the angst of facing the unknown, the joy of embracing the present, and the hope of seizing the future. It is with this hope, which undoubtedly has rubbed off on both Tom and me, that we are embarking on our adventure. While many of my students head to college with all its accompanying thrills and excitement, we head to a succession of continents and countries with all their attendant mysteries and allure. Different variations on the same theme?
See if you can pick out the future rock stars (there are two), the archery goddess, the HAM radio operator, the Iron Chef, and the next Brad Pitt.
Look for this crew, plus the four or five who were absent on picture day, in an upcoming video.