Thursday, May 7, 2009

Back To Seminary

Seminary, for the heathen and non-mormon among you, is an early morning class for teenagers (unless you're in Utah, and have it as part of your school day, in which case I hate you) in high school. Ours runs from six-forty-five to seven-thirty-five. Which means that we have to leave our house at six. (My mom is the teacher and she has a thing about being on time. And her 'on time' really means 'fifteen minutes early'.) In seminary we rotate through the four standard works- Old Testament, New Testament, Book of Mormon, and Doctrine and Covenants- so that by the time you graduate from high school you've spent a year studying each one. From the point of view of starting the day off right, spending time with people who share your beliefs, strengthening testimonies, and having fun, it's nice. From the point of view of going to bed at eight so I can survive waking up at five-thirty, it stinks.
Today it stank more than usual, thanks to the wonderful new invention called swine flu. The county health people told the schools to close. They did. We have seminary every day there's school. (Only three more weeks!) Hence, no seminary. Hence, an annoyed me. I don't appreciate having my schedule disrupted and the swine flu really isn't that serious. But hey, if you want me to sleep in, I'm sure that won't be a problem.
And then yesterday we got a call. The school changed their mind. They were starting up again tomorrow (today). They originally said they weren't coming back until next week. There is nothing more annoying than to have have someone flip flop on you, unless it's when they don't tell you about it until the last possible minute. I was very annoyed. I don't like sudden changes in the plan. If you're bleeding to death and need to be rushed to the hospital, I don't hold it against you. If you can't make up your mind whether you're bleeding to death or not, and halfway to the hospital say, "Oh, never mind, it's actually mostly red paint. Let's go back now," then the urge to kill is very strong.
I'm a teenager. I don't like early mornings anyway. Unexpected early mornings are worse. Unexpected early mornings with no available scape goat are the worst.
But hey, now I've had seminary. So now I'm bright and happy and spiritual and not holding a grudge against the public school system at all. And if I say it often enough it might even be true.

1 comment:

  1. I can understand not liking sudden changes (I have a kid like that myself), but I would think you would be HAPPY about extra time off, even if it ended early! Three weeks left - you can do it!