I won't be there.
Feb. 15th, 2004 12:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vollmusBefore I tell my story, you need to know these things: (1) My birthday is February 7, 1989; (2) My church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints... better known as the Mormon Church) puts the youth into classes by the year they were born -- so from January 1st to December 31st, my Sunday School class is exactly the same, and we all move up to a new teacher at the end of the year; (3) I skipped a grade, and I go to church school morning classes with my grade group rather than my age group.
This year, my age group is supposed to have Bro B as our Sunday Scool (hereafter known as SS) teacher. No one in his history of teaching SS has liked him, and everyone has heard or told many 'horror' stories about his classes. Because I am born so early in the year, I go to seminary with them anyways, and I didn't want horror stories of my own, I started going to the class for the 1988 kids. They didn't care, they all knew me from seminary and such, and the teacher didn't understand the system and thought I would be joining the class after my birthday anyways. So it's all good, right?
Wrong. (That wasn't obvious.) The SS president comes in and tells Kiley, Devin and I (1989 people who decided to go to the 1988 class) that we have to go to Bro B's class right now. We look at each other, agree, and then circle the building before we stop at an empty classroom and stay there for the rest of the one hour SS time slot. We talked about completely random things, and I had my scriptures out and open in case anyone came in and asked what we were doing out of our class. It was fun.
When the bell rings, we went off to our next classes, Kiley and I to our Young Women's class and Devin to Young Men's. In the middle of our lesson, Kiley and I get called out by the bishop (basically the pastor I guess, the guy with the highest authority in the congregation of about 500 that we call a ward). He's all, "How was SS?" We glanced at each other; I smirked. He then continued: "I heard about you guys skipping class today. I want that to stop. Next week you will go to Bro B's class. That's all, get back to class."
WTF? You know what, one of the 88 girls was in the 89 class all of last year to get out of B's class. Where was your conern then? What does it matter to you if we don't go to class with our age group? Espcially with me, who is in their grade anyways? You know what, Bish, maybe if you would laugh more, talk like you knew what you were saying, and back up that Arm Wrestling Champion title with a little spine, I would care a wink about what you told me.
Next week, I am bringing a spare set of keys to the car we take to church and I am going to stay out there for the entire hour of SS. I'm not an extremely stubborn person, but, Bish, you will not make me split my time between two ages any more than you already have. I am so sick of having to be with two different groups all the time, and I am done. When you give me a good reason, and tell me that what Natalie (the 88 girl in the 89 class) did was 'wrong,' maybe I'll listen to you. Probably not, but it would make you sound a hell of a lot smarter, as you have no idea what you are talking about right now.
Next week, I won't be there. I've been angry about being split since it happened, and I am done.
1 Comment: Posted by Porcelain @ 02/15/2004 12:50 PM PST
What an adorable journal! :)
This year, my age group is supposed to have Bro B as our Sunday Scool (hereafter known as SS) teacher. No one in his history of teaching SS has liked him, and everyone has heard or told many 'horror' stories about his classes. Because I am born so early in the year, I go to seminary with them anyways, and I didn't want horror stories of my own, I started going to the class for the 1988 kids. They didn't care, they all knew me from seminary and such, and the teacher didn't understand the system and thought I would be joining the class after my birthday anyways. So it's all good, right?
Wrong. (That wasn't obvious.) The SS president comes in and tells Kiley, Devin and I (1989 people who decided to go to the 1988 class) that we have to go to Bro B's class right now. We look at each other, agree, and then circle the building before we stop at an empty classroom and stay there for the rest of the one hour SS time slot. We talked about completely random things, and I had my scriptures out and open in case anyone came in and asked what we were doing out of our class. It was fun.
When the bell rings, we went off to our next classes, Kiley and I to our Young Women's class and Devin to Young Men's. In the middle of our lesson, Kiley and I get called out by the bishop (basically the pastor I guess, the guy with the highest authority in the congregation of about 500 that we call a ward). He's all, "How was SS?" We glanced at each other; I smirked. He then continued: "I heard about you guys skipping class today. I want that to stop. Next week you will go to Bro B's class. That's all, get back to class."
WTF? You know what, one of the 88 girls was in the 89 class all of last year to get out of B's class. Where was your conern then? What does it matter to you if we don't go to class with our age group? Espcially with me, who is in their grade anyways? You know what, Bish, maybe if you would laugh more, talk like you knew what you were saying, and back up that Arm Wrestling Champion title with a little spine, I would care a wink about what you told me.
Next week, I am bringing a spare set of keys to the car we take to church and I am going to stay out there for the entire hour of SS. I'm not an extremely stubborn person, but, Bish, you will not make me split my time between two ages any more than you already have. I am so sick of having to be with two different groups all the time, and I am done. When you give me a good reason, and tell me that what Natalie (the 88 girl in the 89 class) did was 'wrong,' maybe I'll listen to you. Probably not, but it would make you sound a hell of a lot smarter, as you have no idea what you are talking about right now.
Next week, I won't be there. I've been angry about being split since it happened, and I am done.
1 Comment: Posted by Porcelain @ 02/15/2004 12:50 PM PST
What an adorable journal! :)
