Sunday was the first day of church for Austin and me! The people were incredibly friendly and we were fortunate enough to get an interview with the bishop right after church. The purpose of the interview, of course, was an opportunity for the bishop to get to know us so that he could find the right place to stick us for callings. Towards the end of our interview, he asked, "Are there any strengths that I should know about?" All at once I blurted out that Austin was a great teacher and he retaliated by saying that I was good with little kids. All at once, my most mortifying child-involved memory came racing back to me.
The last time that I was called to serve with children was when I was living back home in the Spring with my family in Maple Valley, WA. My dad is actually the bishop of my home ward, lucky me. (not) Which means that every Mother's Day or Father's Day, I am asked to speak in Sacrament and usually every other time I visit home. Well, when I was visiting, I was called to the Primary as a floater, which meant that I was the lucky one that got to help out in all of the rotten classes...and the nursery. It just so happened that on this particular Sunday, I was helping out in the over sized Sunbeam class. The girl that was teaching, literally had her head buried in the book while reading very monotone. The children lost interest, of course and started to look elsewhere for entertainment. As I was observing the class, one small boy caught my attention. He had located the outlet placed on the wall beside him and was attempting to wedge his finger into the tiny socket. Stunned, I immediately got his attention and told him not to do that. He gave me what was the worst glare I had ever received, folded his arms stiffly and gave me the cold shoulder. I continued to glance around the class and make sure that everyone else was in order, while staring at the boy with my peripherals. He looked twice to make sure that I was not watching before he went at it for the second time. I'm not sure how, but this time, he had a paperclip in hand. (this kid must really have a death wish) Mortified, I literally flew across the room and grabbed his chair before he could kill himself. I dragged his chair across the room, with him screaming bloody murder the whole way. I placed him beside me and out of danger. (the teacher was still oblivious) I looked back over at the small boy, hoping that one day he would think me a hero for saving his life. His lip started trembling and all at once at the top of his lungs, while pointing his finger at me he yelled, "I DON'T LIKE YOU!" The class went silent and all eyes were on me, I felt like I had just entered my high school cafeteria naked. I was absolutely mortified.
I flashed back to reality while sitting in the bishop's office and couldn't help but laugh to myself. Although I love children and am going into that field as my career, I can't help but be a little skeptical of what my next encounter may be like.
The last time that I was called to serve with children was when I was living back home in the Spring with my family in Maple Valley, WA. My dad is actually the bishop of my home ward, lucky me. (not) Which means that every Mother's Day or Father's Day, I am asked to speak in Sacrament and usually every other time I visit home. Well, when I was visiting, I was called to the Primary as a floater, which meant that I was the lucky one that got to help out in all of the rotten classes...and the nursery. It just so happened that on this particular Sunday, I was helping out in the over sized Sunbeam class. The girl that was teaching, literally had her head buried in the book while reading very monotone. The children lost interest, of course and started to look elsewhere for entertainment. As I was observing the class, one small boy caught my attention. He had located the outlet placed on the wall beside him and was attempting to wedge his finger into the tiny socket. Stunned, I immediately got his attention and told him not to do that. He gave me what was the worst glare I had ever received, folded his arms stiffly and gave me the cold shoulder. I continued to glance around the class and make sure that everyone else was in order, while staring at the boy with my peripherals. He looked twice to make sure that I was not watching before he went at it for the second time. I'm not sure how, but this time, he had a paperclip in hand. (this kid must really have a death wish) Mortified, I literally flew across the room and grabbed his chair before he could kill himself. I dragged his chair across the room, with him screaming bloody murder the whole way. I placed him beside me and out of danger. (the teacher was still oblivious) I looked back over at the small boy, hoping that one day he would think me a hero for saving his life. His lip started trembling and all at once at the top of his lungs, while pointing his finger at me he yelled, "I DON'T LIKE YOU!" The class went silent and all eyes were on me, I felt like I had just entered my high school cafeteria naked. I was absolutely mortified.
I flashed back to reality while sitting in the bishop's office and couldn't help but laugh to myself. Although I love children and am going into that field as my career, I can't help but be a little skeptical of what my next encounter may be like.
2 comments:
ha ha ha ha ha.....That's so funny!! Thanks a lot AUSTIN for mentioning you are good with kids! You would be a fabulous Primary teacher, you know!
LOL That was a good one! So, did you get callings? Are you nursery leaders or Sunbeam teachers? Austin can just chase them around like a monster and they'll be perfectly happy!
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