Well, today was the last "official" day of Vacation Church School. Tomorrow we celebrate Divine Liturgy (with all three of the Orthodox priests in town invited to concelebrate) and then have a few songs, and a skit for the kids to present to the parents and others who come. And of course, food together afterwards.
That's one Orthodox tradition that I really love: Fasting together naturally leads to eating together.
Well, things were really really zoo-like in my class today. Fortunately my helpers are trained teachers, so they did some good crowd control. But it was still a mess.
And, there's twelve little kids in our class. Whew! Wiggle, wiggle. And today some of the boys were LOUD.
One little fellow, one of the sweetest in the class, was in tears because the teacher of his older brother's class passed out goody bags to all her students. Such a thing never ever occurred to me. Besides, I don't have the funds (sheesh, that's a major theme of my life isn't it?) to do up twelve goody bags...but I felt bad for this kid nonetheless. I suppose it's one of those hard-knocks moments where it is for his salvation to confront his envy. But I still felt bad for the kid. I'm a big softie.
So, my oldest daughter's friend called me fat yesterday. Thanks so much for that nugget of TRUTH. But I still didn't really relish the moment of hearing it. Like the jolly person I am, however, I laughed it off and only despaired inwardly.
Our T-shirts are brown. I like them! Normally I can't stand the VCS t-shirts. This year, not so bad. Still don't like the cut, mind you, but at least the color does not scream.
Well, that's all the drivel I can come up with. I'm SO TIRED...ZOMBIE-LIKE.