Two weeks I was given a calling in my ward: to teach the twelve and thirteen year old Sunday School Class. The man who offered me the calling said there were "only a few" kids in the class now, but there would be more in January. I paused. "Will I have this calling January?" I asked. He laughed and said I could count on being in this calling for a while.
Which is odd, considering for the last several callings I've accepted and then asked "Do you realize I am moving in four months?" But now we are not moving for several years. It was an odd sense of... permanence.
Anyway, I emailed the Sunday School President and asked the details of my class; how many kids, what were their names, when and where did we meet...
He emailed back that he had no idea I'd been called. He was glad, but surprised. He said I had eight kids in my class.
EIGHT? Eight is a lot.
So today was my first day teaching. I found the room and walked in. There were three boys inside, playing with a Rubik's cube. Then two girls came in. Then two more boys. Then another girl. Then three more girls.
Eleven. There are eleven kids in my class.
Actually, it went well. I think. You'd have to ask them. They like to talk, but once I started the lesson, they were very good at listening. They are fun, polite, and funny. I think the lesson went well.
I need to keep in mind that while the lesson is supposed to be an hour long, these kids socialize so much that I only have about fifteen minutes to teach them. Which is fine. I just need to simplify: get to the point and make it memorable. Period.
Meanwhile, Drek got called to scouts. He is a Webelo leader.