Tomorrow is the last official day of
Seminary. (Friday, the teachers will be serving a big Pancake Breakfast) As I think about this, (the last day, not the pancakes) it brings
tears to my eyes and
pains to my chest. I have come to
love these Fifteen 17-year-olds with all my heart! I have enjoyed them so much for several reasons. Here are a few of them:
They were always
there! During the four weeks I taught, and out of 15 students, there were only a total of 5 absences -
Amazing!They did every little thing I asked them to do - they were completely
obedient. Even when an activity seemingly had no point, they did it -
How Pleasant!They are
strong kids; I watch in awe as they go about their day doing all that is required of them. I have complete respect for them and their job of "Growing Up" -
Great Potential!They made me
LAUGH - I was well entertained -
Who Needs Reality TV?! :)From the very first day, they were no longer Sister Crossman's kids; they became
mine. As I think of the fact that they will be studying the life of our Savior, and his apostles, in the New Testament next year, I can't help but begin to mentally plan lessons that would be geared toward this class specifically. Then, I realize they will be someone else's students; I'm not
OK with that. I want to stomp my feet and pitch a fit;
whining that "These are
MY kids!
I want to be their teacher next year!
I want to be the one interacting with them as they study our Savior Jesus Christ!"
Heavy Sigh...
How blessed their teacher will be next year! I pray it will be
ME!
P.S. 4:30 a.m.
DOES exist!