Big Fish in a Small Pond

I joined the local community choir. They sound pretty awful, but singing with a choir again is a form of respite in my whirlwind of a life. And actually they sound better than the local community college choir (they are awful and a half). It's kind of like a guilt ridden pride fest out here. Since there are slim pickins on awesome people out here (more specifically, people with musical talent) most people seem to rant and rave about how great I am. Not only with music and junk, but more important things too. I think this is all fine and dandy, but it eats away at my conscience, because I know I never should have moved here in the first place. It wasn't necessarily a bad decision, but it certainly wasn't the best.

At least I can sometimes sort of enjoy myself out here, and I have met a small handful of cool people. Most of which are over the age of 50. My Sunday School class is awful. I teach the 12-13 year olds, and so far, I only have six of the rowdiest boys to teach the gospel. No girls. Maybe if there were some girls, the boys would be a little more eager to impress them by being respectful, rather than trying to impress eachother by being total brats. I feel totally inadequate, because I know hardly anything about teaching. I went to a teacher's development course for like an hour and a half after church today (yikes). I'm thinking I am going to need a lot more of those.

So as I put myself through the refiner's fire, maybe I can pick up some valuable skills and connections on the way. Otherwise, my sojourn out in the wilderness is an entire waste of time.