Early Morning Seminary . . .
It's 5:35 a.m., it's as dark as night outside and we are awake and driving to our first class. We're surprisingly happy and alert and the radio is playing nothing but good songs. I try to be positive and decide that this must be a sign. Seminary is going to be GREAT!
Just as we come over the hill and begin to see the temple, the broken bells song we've been enjoying blares from the speaker "It's too late to change your mind" over and over again. All of the positive thinking that I'd been desperately trying to hold on to melts away in an instant and I can't help but want to cry.
"What am I doing? Is this some kind of joke, seriously? Me . . . a seminary teacher? Do you have any idea how much my seminary teachers hated me, how much seminary I skipped? Just ask my mom, she'll tell you. She got calls from my teachers all the time because they would watch me drive out of the school parking lot. I knew they saw me too. I would wave to them as I did it. It's true, I was a total brat. This is payback isn't it?"
No matter how much complaining I did, it didn't change the fact that I had in fact said yes and that it was too late to change my mind. So, I put on the best face I had and we walked in.
The students started to arrive and I would love to say things went great, but to be honest things were a little awkward. The kids just stared at us when we asked them simple questions, I made the mistake of asking "Are there new scripture mastery cards every year?" (I told you I never went) and I had a hard time remembering the kids names. We walked out of our first class feeling like completely uncool teachers.
Don't feel too bad for us though because that was the worst day by a long shot. Our 8 students warmed up to us a little bit more over the next few days and the lessons just got better and better. The participation was there, we figured out how to run our class and by Thursday I started to feel like this might not be so bad after all.
Our lives outside of Seminary on the other hand took a serious turn. I only show you these pictures because this is absolutely NOT how we run our home. By the end of the week we both looked at each other and died laughing because our house was such a disaster. Can you blame us when our schedule looks something like this all week?
Wake up- go to seminary
- go back to bed for a little while
- go to work
- find something for dinner
- prepared next days lesson
- go to bed
- repeat
We could barely stay awake at work let alone come home and be expected to clean and make dinner and do all of the other daily chores that you wouldn't even think about otherwise.
By Friday our dinner became completely unhealthy and random. We would both come home, look in the fridge and just shove in our mouths the first thing we saw that sounded good. This particular night Matt pulled out apple sauce, orange juice, toast, mac and cheese, and sun chips. Lovely. :)
When you're running from place to place and you don't have time to think about anything except how good a nice soft bed will feel as you drift off to sleep, the hallway becomes a great place to throw your clothes as you head that direction. Seriously I think this is like 2 days worth of clothes.
Matt and I were so exhausted by Friday that upon returning from work that evening we jumped right into bed. We pretty much slept our whole weekend away and it felt GREAT! We woke up for about 5 hours on Saturday afternoon to celebrate our successful first week of seminary with a little lobster and a lot of cool people. It was our wards annual clambake and it was just what we needed. One of our students even came up to us to say hi. I couldn't help but think to myself, "See, we are cool!"
Wish us luck as we begin week number 2 in a few short days.
