Only in Mesa and Other Short Stories

Only in Mesa

Ainsley and I were called to attend the Spanish Branch last week.  At the end of our meeting with the Stake President he told us they met in the building on 32^nd and Pueblo. I knew the singles ward for this stake met in a building on Pueblo (about ten minutes from our house) so I said “Oh I know where that is.” 

We headed over to the singles ward building, walked around and found no evidence of the Spanish branch. I double checked the address on GoogleMaps and learned there was actually another LDS church on Pueblo closer to where we live. We got in the car drove for about 30 seconds on Pueblo and found an LDS chapel. We walked in walked around the building once and from experience we knew to stop at that. Again we saw no evidence of Spanish speakers. 

I glanced at the map.

We still hadn’t gone far enough. We got back on Pueblo and drove for another 30 seconds and came to the right building. This time upon entering we immediately saw the “Spanish Branch Relief Society, Do Not Disturb” sign confirming our hopes that this would be the right building on Pueblo.

So far the Spanish Branch has been a fun adjustment though we still haven’t been given any assignments so maybe those will throw another curve ball into the mix.

“Rip” Roaring Fun

Yesterday at the start of 2^nd hour I bent over to pick up some notecards that ad fallen on the ground. Upon doing so my pants ripped down the backside from the belt line all the way to the crotch. I glanced up anticipating a gawking class to see students distracted by side conversations and cell phones. For the first time I was grateful for classroom distractions.

I managed to teach class without anyone mentioning my plight but assuming they had at least been aware that something was up. I managed to run home in between classes to change my pants.

Today at the start of class I showed my pants to the class and they were in shock that it had happened during their class. I guess they didn’t notice that I didn’t move all hour to keep my rear facing the board. Now we know I have at least one talent, hiding ripped pants.

Temple Light Night

Sunday night my parents and sisters came down to our apartment for hot chocolate and to visit the Mesa Temple lights. Tara brought Nate and the kids. I did my best all night to stay on my best behavior in case I saw any of my students there. At the end of the night I was slightly disappointed that I didn’t see a single one of them.

However Monday morning I learned that though I hadn’t seen them it didn’t keep them from seeing me. I asked one of them we he didn’t say anything and he said I was busy “playing with my friend.” I thought for a moment and realized what he had seen. For one split second when I saw Tyler Minetto he and I pretended to hide behind the Book of Mormon display.

So now my students know I am a child.