Teaching

I'm pretty sure that I have a love/hate relationship with teaching Relief Society (or even Sunday School, at that, when I was asked to sub a couple of times for a friend when she wasn't going to be there for whatever reason). I love teaching, which is why I loved being a tutor when I was attending school (that and I didn't ever have to prepare lessons -- I just supplemented what the professor had taught through the last week and I was never exactly sure where each student was since they all had different professors who moved at different paces). I just hate the nerves that decide to show up the morning of the day I teach.

Today was my Sunday to teach at the branch. I don't like procrastinating on getting my lesson done, so I made myself sit down on Wednesday and got it planned out. Unfortunately for me, by the time I was ready to start planning, Bruce Almighty was starting the minute I sat down. So guess who got distracted while trying to plan her lesson? If you guessed me, you'd be right. So planning my lesson took about twice as long as it should have. Sad day. Going through the lesson today, it was a lot shorter than I thought it would be. As a result, Relief Society got out about 10-15 minutes before the priesthood did. Which isn't normal for us at all. The guys always get out before we do. Although for me, it was a nice change of pace to be out before them.