GABE

I did not have a very good night last night. I went to bed at like 12:50 AM because of this kid that will NOT leave me alone. I kept telling him I needed to go to bed but noooo. So anyway. I went to bed late and then was again awoken at 2:45 AM to what sounded like the curtain of time being ripped, or heavens garbage truck, or the collapsing of a building. Lights were flashed in my eyes and I realized I had heard thunder. A greater boom I had never before heard. It was intense. Lights were flashing litterally every second, some multiple times in a second. Lightening. My entire room would light up and shake with each deafening boom and blinding flash. I got out of bed and opened my blinds a bit more to make sure I was not experiencing the end of the world. Lightening bolt after lightening bolt streaked past my window, making me wince and leaving me temporarily blinded. They were so stinking bright and all over the sky and the world was shaking but no rain. It was a little odd. My first lightening storm.
Today was probably the most stressful primary teaching day so far. I was teaching about Samson so I put it into story mode starting with Once upon a time. That was the only thing I added. I didnt change the story or the principles but by the end the kids started arguing with me, saying it wasnt true and I made it up because I said once upon a time. One girl said, "My mom told me if it starts with once upon a time then it's a fairy tale and isnt true." Another said, "You're lying because you're wearing green." It was annoying and I felt super attacked...by 10 year olds. And there was a nonmember visiter and they were yelling at me saying I was lying to them! Guys!! GEESH!
I feel bad for this one kid in my class. Gabe. The other girls (only one other boy and he's never there. His mom is the regular teacher and SHES never there.)are sooo mean to him. He was a bit of a speech impediment and says things that the only response possible is, "Yeeaah, Gabe." They may not realize, but I see his face. Every snicker he thinks is pointed at him, every eye roll in his direction. It makes me sick because I TOTALLY know how he feels!!! So what if he's a little strange. He will make the world more interesting! So what if he stands waay too close to me. He's a loving kid! I want him to not come to church one day so I can scold the other kids. Make them feel like the scum of the earth for how they're treating him. Make them feel how he feels. How I felt. Gah!! Kids are soo mean.