I have been the Young Women's president for about a year now. I'm not particularly good at it nor am I a "favorite" among the youth or what you might call, "well-liked" by anyone in my ward. However, I have put together a list of highlights--10 of them--for your bloggish delight.
10. You might imagine that it is difficult to make conversation with 30(plus) girls week after week, Sunday and Wednesday--especially when they don't know who you are or why you are talking to them. One of my finest moments was when I unabashedly and enthusiastically said to a street-wise young lady who was wearing a lot of blue one day, "Hello there bluey blue!'
9. In a particularly emotional conversation between myself and a woman who was (against her wishes) being called out of young women and into another church calling, my response to her open weeping was to take a deep breath, fill my cheeks with air, raise my eyebrows, and slowly blow the air out while the only thought in my head was "I got nothin."
8. At youth conference, just after I had walked all the way across campus to the place where lunch was being served, a girl in crisis alerted me that another girl was throwing up back at the dorm and needed me. I sprang into action and went back to the dorm, but not without considering whether it was appropriate to first eat a piece of pizza. What would you do?
7. For my very first activity I planned "Chess Knight." A chess pro from my BYU class taught everyone the rules of chess. People tried to talk me out of it, but I persisted. It was WILDLY successful. Sadly, I had to fail the chess pro. I'm pretty sure he thought his favor would result in favors from me at the end of the semester. My, it was awkward.
6. Convincing the Bishop that the youth and each auxiliary should NOT put on a play at the ward Christmas party. No need to thank me.
5. After a lesson on appreciating the bishop, we had an activity wherein we ironed the bishop's shirts and inserted labels which read,"Gladly ironed for you by the young women." Understand, you could not grow up in my home without emerging with a feminist bent; the fact that I did this activity without the slightest trace of irony or sarcasm is something I'm truly proud of. It was my finest--and most conventional--hour as Young Women's President.
4. When one of the young men brought my three crying children to me on a Wednesday night during an activity. He had found them alone in the nursery. I had put them there.
3. My second--no, my third lesson on chastity.
2. "Girl Talk," a cleverly disguised lecture on modesty given by Carrie Ann. This too was WILDLY successful--only three girls walked out!
1. Almost doing the following: climbing a rock wall, playing partner volleyball with towels instead of hands, sitting in a dunk tank, dressing up like a pirate, letting a 12 year old braid my too-short-to-braid-hair, singing along to a Fleetwood Mac song at Youth Conference (oh, wait--I did do that). My life has been enriched my almost doing all of these things and I can honestly say that had I been hard-pressed, I would have done all of these things but, again, there's the whole issue of no one knowing who I am or why I am there so there's not a lot of pressure for me to get up in the dunk tank--and believe me, I recognize and count this as one of my greatest blessings.