5th grader

Yesterday I had a super emotional girl crying all day. When I asked her about it, she said she had no reason... What? You are 11! I tried to ignore her sniffles, as did the rest of the class. She stayed after school and said, "Mrs. Law, there is something I've been meaning to tell you." Uh-oh! I am thinking, "what drama will now unfold?!" Here is the rest of our conversation:

Me: Okay, what do you need to tell me?
Girl: You have something red on your face.
Me (as I rub my face): What is it? Food? Pen? Marker? Am I getting it?
Girl: Oh, you can't rub this red away. You are touching it!
Me: This pimple?
Girl: Yeah. It sticks out really far when you made certain faces today.
Me: Yes, I have acne. Is that what you needed to tell me?
Girl (as she leaves): Yep, I'll see you tomorrow Mrs. Law!

Okay, thank you! I wonder what she'll say today about my hair... My blow dryer blew up this morning!

Stake Conference

Yesterday we had stake conference in the De Jong Concert Hall at BYU. It seemed so much fancier than usual and was definitely more comfortable than sitting on a pew. I may have snoozed off for a few moments during the third guy's talk... Whoops! Well, I quickly repented, sat up, and tried much harder to pay attention in those cushy seats. I did well. I was proud of myself. One of the last talks, the Provo Temple President was speaking to the congregation. At one point, he shared some interesting facts. I like facts. He said that daily a stake of 3,000 is baptized! I WHISTLED OUT LOUD! I was so embarrassed that I quickly buried my hands in my face and pretended I didn't exist. If I can't see you, you can't see me.... right? I was impressed, but I didn't mean to tell the whole crowd. I was sitting in the center of a row in the middle of the concert hall and I wished I were still asleep.