Well today was a busy day in church. For 2 weeks I have been preparing a talk, for 1 1/2 weeks I have been practicing piano to play in sacrament meeting, and for as long as I've been in Washington I've been trying to figure out how to get the kids in my primary class to SHUT IT.
Today I completed all my tasks. I gave a talk that rivaled that of a general authority (is that an appropriate joke?) and I played a "game" (called bribery) with the kids to keep them under control. As for the piano . . . while I practiced a lot of hours, the final show was nothing to brag about. I had to drop down to one hand, pretty much at the very beginning because I was so nervous and slooooow. Before church had officially started, Brother Twitchel, from the bishopric, went up to the microphone, looked out into the chatty congregation, and said "I don't hear the music." I was apparently supposed to play prelude music as well. Excuse me, Brother Twitchel, but isn't 3 songs a week enough? I'm only so "talented". But he was just giving me a hard time. :) I really like him a lot. So I played one handed with plenty of mistakes and at the end was greeted periodically by many members of the congregation to tell me "what a good job" I had done today . . . However, no one mentioned the music specifically. If I were them, I would have made the same general comment and thought in my head ". . . with your talk, that is. I just won't mention the piano debacle." But that's just me and my paranoid self. The ward is so desperate for piano players they would take ANYONE. So this wasn't my last performance.
About my class: I teach the 4/5 year olds . . . Not so much teach, as babysit. My "co-teacher" doesn't want me to actually give any lessons, but rather be the one to maintain the noise level and control and the little mONstErS. I was annoyed by that at first, but now I've come to terms with the fact that I'm the mean one. I'm not a raving lunatic when they act up, but I'm stricter than she obviously has ever been. I feel bad cause one of the kids' mother is a primary teacher also, and he's the one who acts up the most . . . I mean SUPER ADHD . . . and I feel like she's watching me thinking "quit picking on my kid!" But it's not my fault he's so disruptive and crazy!!! I love that little boy. He's so cute! But seriously . . . I will sit on you.
Also, yesterday we went to the mall and I got a big bag of candy. :-D