Taught my first Sunday School class yesterday, and lived to tell the tale. I had only found out about the assignment a few days before, but it was probably good, that way I could just try and jump right in.
I spent most of the weekend trying to prepare. And by Sunday was kind of feeling like I do after studying for a big test - at a certain point you just need to stop preparing and go and get it over with. So off to church I went, praying that all would go well. I confess, I was pretty nervous beforehand. And it didn't help that there was an entire row of people new to the ward who sat and yakked and gave me crusty looks (or what I interpreted as crusty looks). But, eventually they all calmed down and so did I. And the rest of the class went pretty well. People made inspiring comments and there was a good spirit there. One of the other teachers even came up after and offered some really positive feedback, which was very kind of him.
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