Guess who is the new seminary teacher for the next two years? Can we say blindsided? Not even on my radar of "callings for Taunja." For 160 days (twice), I'll be teaching five days a week throughout the school year. New Testament and then Book of Mormon. Whoa.
I'm terrified and excited. And terrified.
I'm going to have to change my life to make this work. No, seriously. 6am call time, half an hour away. No more roll out of bed, grab something for breakfast/lunch out of the pantry, off to work (in 15 minutes). I'm going to have to be an adult and actually schedule my life (outside of work--not just fun activities).
When you teach little kids one day a week, it is okay if you aren't super great--they have parents for that. When you teach teenagers five days a week for two years, you could actually screw them up if you aren't good.
Things I've thought about since 8:45 this morning (the high councilor was late):
- Is this a joke?
- Are you sure?
- Um, really?
- That is a lot.
- Okay, what do I remember about seminary?
- Brother Snyder's car.
- Various basements
- Brother Wilkinson
- Lee Poor
- Sister Simonson
- Daniel Ames being a jerk to the teacher
- Nathan fearing for his life as we sped to seminary in the mornings
- Being tired a lot.
- Friday morning muffins
- Showers in the dark (which I still do)
- Okay, what do I want to accomplish if I am actually going to do this?
- Life isn't perfect.
- Life isn't what you think it is going to be, and your plans are not God's plans.
- The Gospel isn't just for the kids who are sitting at the front of the class
- I am not going to be a usual teacher--I hope they are okay with that.
- No Judging Eyes--I can't wait to teach a host of teenagers about JEs.
- If there is any place that is going to be safe, it is going to be my classroom.
- Friday morning breakfasts if they seem to be engaged during the week.
- Seriously, teenagers? I hated my high school years. Well, I hated parts of them--middle school was worse.
- Um, I am not a scriptorian. How on earth am I going to teach a bunch of kids to love the scriptures?
- Is this actually a prank?
- Deep breaths
- I think cancer may have been easier.
And lots of lots of prayer. And tears.
Sometimes the Lord likes to lob a bunch out to left field. Turns out, I am his favorite left fielder. And I am trying my darnedest to catch it. Here goes nothing.