I'm buried in life right now. Terribly buried.
Like, not able to be online, buried.
I.
Know.
You have to wonder about just how bad that must be, huh?
But, I want to share a site with you that ya'll may want to bookmark, visit occasionally, and leave an encouraging word at now and then.
Y'all are so very good at that.
I.
Know.
(and for you Gilmore Girl fans, are you hearing Lorelei's voice when you read that?)
I do.
I .
KNOW.
When we moved to Billings, the kids went to Canyon Creek Elementary, a k-8 school. During the initial walk through after classes were over, we got to see the classes they would attend, and meet some teachers who were jut lucky enough to be stuck there late.
Near the end of our three hour tour, a three hour tour ...
(it's sitcom hell today, oh yes ma'am)
we saw a young man walking around, carrying a trash can, wearing a hoodie. I made the comment to the teacher giving us a tour how wonderful it was that they gave jobs to middle schoolers like that.
Can you see it coming?
Can you?
Can you?
Yeah.
No middle schoolers there, folks.
Nope, Mrs. Bach meet Chad Jackson, DEAN! OF! STUDENTS!
Yeah.
I always do things like that.
Turns out "Mr. J" as they called him, was a tad taller than his middle school students.
And I'm, an idiot.
Mr. J turned out ot be one of those teachers everyone loved, including the parents. Always wore a dress shirt and tie on non-Casual Friday work days (guess what day we met him on), kept the kids gently in line (and not so gently when needed), had their respect and a healthy obsession appetite for Star Wars.
He even gave the boys in Study Hall a few pointers before the first inter mural dance. (Never go to a dance without tissue in your pocket. Girls hate sweaty palms, use it in your pockets and they will never know. Things like that).
At the end of the kids second year, Mr. J announced he and his sweet wife were going to Bolivia as missionaries to build a school, then teach in it for two years.
It was a bittersweet time- the kids would miss him, as would we, but we knew he was going to touch some lives.
Fast forward a few years and several "I wonder what ever happened to Mr J conversations" later, and we found out two things.
1. Mr and Mrs J are still happily ensconced in Bolivia.
2. Yep! They BLOG!
With pictures!
So, hop on over here and take a look around at the sweet faces.
And send them some love from the States (or wherever you hail from).
Tell them Jon Bach's mom sent you!
And, I will be back. Soon. Once life decides to let me up for air.
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