funny story: when i was a kid we had a hard time keeping teachers for sunday school. i dont remember exactly why that was but the following may have had something to do with it. i remember getting to class early one day (along with the other kids) turning off all of the lights and propping a folding chair up against the doorknob. when the teacher came she couldnt get in. we suppressed our laughter enough that she didnt hear us and she went to get help. i dont remember exactly how long it was before we opened the door, but it was a while. and i dont recall them asking where the kids were...hmmm.
we did have one teacher that wised up to our antics and had some...creative solutions. he was short, heavy set, and very bald (he waxed it). i think his philosophy was "if the kids stay in the room it is a successful class." he was mostly successful. one particular boy, named aaron, was... wow i cant think of the word. he was more than a handful (satan in a box?). whenever aaron would get out of line the teacher would sit him next to his chair and put his hand on aaron's head. then he would give aaron a warning "if you move, i'll make you look like me!" sometimes aaron would challenge this warning and try to run away only to be brought back to his place next to the teacher by his golden locks. aaron just made one of those 'half laugh- half cry' sounds. the rest of us were pretty well behaved after that.
well, i got a calling in our ward recently. sunday school president. karma knows no bounds (and it is apparently very patient).but that isnt the point of this entry. you see i also got a job recently. high school teacher (that's a whole different kind of karma).
the funny thing about becoming a teacher is that i have some friends who are getting their degrees in teaching and i, an exercise science major, beat them to it. and i'm not even teaching P.E. i teach the morning computer classes.
take that karma.
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