The light goes on . . .

Ha!

I remember what I had to say.

I was released from my primary calling. For those of you who don't know, it's kind of like being fired from a volunteer position. Kind of. :o)

In our church, all positions are filled by unpaid people–there are no paid clergy or teachers. You get this "call" to serve in a position for an undetermined period of time. The person before you hands over the keys to the doors or closets and all their manuals and various paraphanlia–and you get to learn lots of new things.

For example, when I was a kid, I had, I think, two piano lessons and several years of violin lessons; I could pick out a tune reasonably well. So when I was asked to play the piano, I said, hey, I don't play. The bishop said, hey, you'd better learn. So I did, and it was a real blessing in my life to not only learn to play the piano, but to overcome my terror at playing in front of people.

Then I was called to teach in RS once a month–most of the women were three times my age, and I was terrified of that. Public speaking pretty much dissolved me into something shapeless and incoherent. But I learned to love it. I really did.

Almost three years ago I was called to serve in the children's Primary organization as second counsellor. That meant I was in charge of cub scouting, and once a month, teaching about 140 children ages 3-11.  It got tough this last year or so–just all the meetings etc–when do you hold meetings when you've got twelve+ kids on hand? Our president was also a working mom with seven kids, and the first counsellor was a single, working mom also. So I wasn't really sad to get released, though I will miss the kids (and being on hand to whip my own into shape when they are horsing around.)

But it got me thinking–illuminated something for me. I loved teaching in RS, and I loved teaching Sharing time–when you are prepared, not teaching from a book, just whatever comes out and it's just right–they are spellbound, interacting appropriately, I loved that. And I had this thought–this is what I should be doing with my life. I'm a teacher, not a babysitter–this is what I'm good at, what I love. I couldn't teach at an elementary, surely. But college level maybe? I don't know where to go with this, but for the first time in my life, I understand that I could get up every day and LOVE my job.

So what do I need to do? Get my masters so I can teach at the college? What would I teach? Not something that's the same every day, not math or english even. The thing is, I loved teaching at church, because it's all about the story–you teach from the scriptures, and they are spellbound. What happens next, and how does that affect me and the world I live in? If I extend that into the secular world, I think the closest thing is history, isn't it? Which I know next to nothing about. But I could learn . . . And I know I could teach it.

Politics? History? I'm going to have to do some research into online degrees, me thinks. . .

 

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2 responses to “The light goes on . . .

  • Mandy

    Girl, if you are revved up about this, you should really look into doing something about it. My dream is to do my masters in ancient languages(Hebrew and Greek to be specific) and then teach at a collage. I loved studying and learning it, couldn't get enough of it. Even now when people ask me about what I studied in University, they better have time to talk because I could go on and on. Just sitting here typing it out that dream comes alive for me, but the time isn't now, I have other things to work on (raising three girls and thinking about adding to that by one or two). One day….one day!

  • Kimber

    Yeah, I looked, found nada. I don't know where you get a respectable online master's program. I wish you could just find a dean somewhere that would let you design your own program, and pay the school of course to oversee it, even if it cost as much as attending, at least people like us could do such a thing. BTW, I didn't know you did that in college. Sounds pretty cool. Did you learn to speak, or just read?

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