It's 9:38 pm--late for me!--and I just wanted to say that as SOON as we are home tomorrow, I'm rushing to my computer to post what happens. I feel pretty sure they won't say anything definitive, but one never knows.
Bill taught his last class of the semester tonight. In my opinion, that moment was beyond heroic, but no one said anything to him. He figures the kids don't really understand what he has gone through to teach them this semester, but he said he wasn't disappointed.
"Were you emotional?" I asked. "Like thinking, oh man, what if this is my last class ever?"
He said, "Well, since I don't KNOW if it's my last class ever, what's the point of getting emotional?"
See why I wanna be him--or at least THINK like him?
I don't need REASONS to get emotional. He does.
My calm, heroic, brave, smart cowboy.... quietest hero ever.
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