Wednesday, December 22, 2004

We Had Our Ward Christmas Party at the Alternative High School

I've let so much get in the way of my blogging lately. If it's not my all-consuming interest in Turkish tents or my distracting desire to promote Robbie and Nate to Sterling Scholar status, it's writing a talk on immorality to give to the whole ward. Yes, yes, there are many things I love about my calling but what I love most are the many opportunities it affords me to talk openly and often about chastity. Nevertheless, I appreciate the gentle reminders from various commenters to make time for what is important. Blogging.

So no one even asked about the Ward Christmas party at Independence High. Strange. I thought that was mighty interesting. As it turned out the party was uneventful. A piano could not be located. I complimented a woman on her daughter's hair, she didn't' hear me and thought I had complimented her hair "You like it? I haven't even done anything with it in months!" Yes. I noticed. And while there really was not enough dessert, no one seemed to miss the 300 cookies I refused to have the young women bake. There were, however, 13 extra hams. Please, no comments on the sad irony of having a party at the alternative high school because it could seat so many more people than the church and then having very few people show up. It's a sore spot. And so are the 300 cookies.

When I was at Independence High I couldn't help but remember the last time I was there and the day that changed my life forever. It was called "student teaching." It happened when I was a secondary education major at BYU with wide eyes and a big heart. I was enrolled in classes such as "Instructional Design," and planned to one day be a high school teacher. My time at Independence High taught me that I'm not cut out to live in a Gangsta's Paradise a la Michelle Pfeiffer in Dangerous Minds. Rather than return to the school, I dropped all my secondary education classes, changed my major to just English, and resigned myself to getting a Masters Degree before I could have any kind of paying job. I haven't looked back. I don't really want to talk about what happened at Independence High other than to say, me no likey.

Please, no comments on the sad irony of how now instead of teaching high school kids I sit at home and blog with them.


11 comments:

  1. Just one of them really. Rob doesn't do much blogging anymore. Should I be mildly offended? Maybe.

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  2. If I, as an education major at BYU, had student taught at the alternative high school (instead of in a foriegn country), I probably would've quit, too. In fact... I wanted to quit for all three of my first years of teaching. This year... much better. Long road. Could've had a Masters.

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  3. Wow, I don't even remember when you were a Secondary Education major.

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  4. I chaperoned a dance at Indy High once, which consisted of me sitting on the bleachers and falling asleep. Hey, I wasnt' about to try and stop the dirty dancing and risk getting a shiv in the belly. That about ended my chaperoning career, which I understand is very lucrative

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  5. Nate: Don't be offended, be flattered. It's a compliment that I willingly take so much heat--on blog and off-- for my slightly questionable interest in PHSers like you.
    Kaycee: You're admirable--crazy, but admirable.
    Heidi:My secondary ed major was short-lived, thanks to I HI.
    PoorPlayer: Who are you?

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  6. I've found that anonymity is so much more emaciating, but I like your blog, so if you don't mind I'll read it and maybe comment once in a while.

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  7. I for one will always be glad you took the English MA road. For obvious reasons.

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  8. Did the 13 extra hams include rob, alex, or nate? Ha ha, I'm such a ham.

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  9. I've always found anonymity to be rather fattening, so I try to avoid it.

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  10. Marlsven: Oh Marlsven, you’re such a ham.
    Post Script: ZING! Way to correct Nate’s grammar.
    Sista Falcor: Was the woman you complimented Sister Snell, because she has added a purple streak fairly recently?

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  11. It was spelling! Spelling and a word mix up, that's all, I swear! Please don't tell the Sterling Scholar people. I'm begging you.

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