Week 12

I really ought to take notes on what I do throughout the week because by the time we get to the end of it, I've forgotten half of what happened. I can share a few small things this week though.

Sheri Dew said hi to me this week. She was coming out of a meeting with Large-and-in-Charge. Afterwards he said she was really intimidating. I was surprised, since everyone says she is so nice, and I said so. He said she's amazing and she makes him "feel loved and appreciated and intimidated all at once." That is a strange combination, but I believe him.

I really like Large-and-in-Charge. I felt below the notice of our last director, but the new one greets me by name and asks how I am doing, which is nice. He also stresses me out a lot less. Also, I help with his calendar which tells you a little more about a person. He comes in early and works long hours, but he always blocks out his home time so that he leaves on time to be with his family, which I think is really great.

Big Announcement: I have a desk! Okay, so it's not really my desk, but I have the run of a cubicle with a giant desk now. The reason for this is that my friend and part-time supervisor, Gretchen, finally had her baby. I'm really happy for her, but I'm also slightly terrified, because it means that I am now in charge of doing her job. She's trained me really well though, and her bosses have said that I can make mistakes and ask as many questions as I need, which is very comforting.

I also have a funny story for you, courtesy of my primary class (names have been changed):
Jimmy, one of the boys in my class, loves to talk. He could talk the whole time if I let him. This time he raised his and said "Can I tell you just one thing?" I kind of know where this is going, but I give him a chance because I want the kids to feel loved. Sure enough, this one thing is a story that seems to have no direction. It started off with him puking a lot and then running into his uncle at the hospital. After about two minutes, I gently interrupt him and ask, "Does this story have to do with our lesson, Jimmy?" He looks at me, his brow furrowed deep in concern, "Nooo....but...." I had to smile at his expression, but I tried to convince him to leave his story until the end of class. Then Eva, who is a real firecracker, puts her hand over his mouth and orders sternly: "Don't leave it until next class. Leave it until you're dead."   I probably shouldn't have let her get away with that, but I was too busy trying not to laugh and to get the kids involved in the lesson. Oh, eight-year-olds are priceless.

I also had a mini-epiphany this week at institute that I can share with you: We always talk about  how the family is essential to the Plan of Salvation. I don't think that's quite right. The family doesn't support the Plan of Salvation, the Plan of Salvation exists to support the family--the family of God.

That's it for this week. I hope you are all doing well. I love you!