I have decided that since it looks like nothing big and exciting is going to happen, I will either have to write about the end of December and all of those big events or detail my pretty low-key life. Or both. But not right now. I will spare you and only do on for now.
As I have said in past posts, I am one of the Young Women leaders in my ward here in Ann Arbor. It is much better than I expected it to be. And I knew it would be, but I am a knee-jerk pessimist about all things teenager. After my first week in the calling, I invited the girls (there are only 5 in all) to come over to the apartment for a girlie/movie night. My two beehives showed up and we ordered pizza and then we watched an old Disney movie The North Avenue Irregulars while we painted our nails. It was fun. At first I had a really difficult time adjusting myself to the twelve year olds, realizing that they won't want to watch fun action movies and I won't want to expose them to movies with any sort of inappropriate content.
After the movie we talked about books and I led them into the study and pointed out a few of my favorites and then we settled on the floor for a fun little gab session. I had a really hard time not laughing when they talked about how it was so gross that people kissed with their tongues. "It's called French kissing," Emma told Charlotte in a distinctly conspiratorial voice. Like it was a secret or knowledge she wasn't supposed to have yet. "I know what it's called," Charlotte replied, a little defensively. I agreed with them that it was definitely, totally, super gross.
A couple weekends later I chaperoned a Stake dance. That was pretty hilarious. I sat with my fellow leader, Lauren Bonnie, and we had a good laugh. At the youth. At them. I don't even feel bad admitting it. And I think I have every right to laugh, because I was the exact same as them. The music was so bad though and that cannot be excused. The kids these days are honestly surrounded and exposed to the dumbest music. Almost everything on the radio is just so, so dumb.
Now the yutes are working on their roadshow sketch. There were only two out of a group of about fifteen who were being pills while we were storyboarding the thing. Fifteen year old boys. What are you gonna do? They are gonna be punks, regardless. Their sketch is about Voldemort, since he is nice and topical and a good foil for the theme of their skit, the 13th Article of Faith, living in Utah as an inactive member. Through the sketch he gets visited by people trying to reactivate him and teach him about the 13th AoF. At the end, he decides that he can't take it and so he moves to a less Mormon dense area, like, say, Ann Arbor. He settles in, breathes in real deep, and then his EQP knocks on his door welcoming him to the ward. I think it's a pretty cute idea and they did a good job of trying to incorporate everyone's ideas and making it funny. Good kids.
I like it back in the youth pretty well, but I am not looking forward to girls camp this summer....
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