TOW Some Good News Afterall
Today was "officially" Day 1 of the VBS week, but day two of the entire schpiel [sp?]. And I must say I can breath a sigh of relief; a little one, but still a sigh.
The Good: We got over thirty kids total! About 25 did last minute registrations tonight! YAY! The guy who didn't meet me came early and with like six helpers and they were fantastic! He's a very nice man. The kids seemed to have fun, too, which was a bonus.
The heart-wrenching moment of the night was when one little boy on his way out stopped his mother and said, "Wait, I wanna say goodbye to my teacher!" Then he ran and hugged her. I turned to my Pastor and said, "See, that makes it all worth while."
The Bad: The tape we laid down yesterday came up. So I spent most of my 1/2 hour of "prep" time fixing that on both floors. So, I was unprepared when people starting showing up 10 minutes before they were supposed to, thinking they were 20 minutes late. So, I was rushed with registration.
The Ugly: I was standing up in front of the group of kids. I had planned to shush them, introduce myself so they knew who the hell was ordering them about [as our VBS is a combined effort from three churches and it's also my first year as director so many didn't know who I was], and then call them to the front for the opening. The speech would go like this, "Can I have your attention please. Quiet. Ok, I'm Rachel from Trinity, and I would like you to come up here so we can get started." I said, "Can I have your attention please. Quiet. My name is Rachel, I'm from Trinity." And then they started to talk a little bit. The minister who's been giving me grief turned to me and said, "I think it'd be better to bring them up here before you start the introductions" and opened her mouth and shouted for them to come up there without giving me time to respond. I kid you not when I say that maybe 10 seconds passed for the whole of this event. I wanted to slap this person so hard. I HATE to be undermined in any way. I had things well in hand. So they started talking, that's nothing a quick, "ssshhh, please be quiet" wouldn't have cured long enough for me to tell them to come up!
It's just adding to the fact that I've had to put up with this person's crap from the get-go, and I'm really tired of it. As I said to Val earlier tonight, it was this person's decision to the train theme, not mine. GAH. Only 10 days left, according to my counter [really 9 when I think about it].
OH! I almost forgot! I wrote a poem early this morning. It's for this online class I'm taking, I had to come up with a lesson plan to adapt for a gifted student. I decided to have them, as Columbus, either make an advertisement for sailors to join your expedition, or write a written/do an oral to convince Queen Isabella why the voyage would be a good idea. I got the awesome idea to write it out in verse, cause that would be very Renaissance-y of me. So here 'tis:
"Goode Gentles...
Your task is a simple one:
as Captain of this vessel,
You're to hire a crew,
for the New Worlde you will settle.
Together aboard ship
you'll work, eat, and sleep
As one jolly company,
or no riches will you reap.
Therefore, anon now must you go to devise
a posting for men, money, and supplies."
:D That just makes me all proud inside.