Tweedledee and Tweedledum

Seminary

My mom commented the other day that it was a miracle that we (Sarah, Nick, and I) were all still alive. After dropping off Anna at the middle school, she sees us driving back from seminary on our way to the high school. I sit in the front seat with the seat reclined all the way back. Nick is usually lying down in the back seat and is also asleep. Sarah is hunched down in the driver's seat, so that you can only see her eyeballs peeking out over the steering wheel. It was decided that it is the blessings of seminary that keeps us all alive each morning.

Our seminary teacher is Brother Frame. He's a lawyer. He goes so in depth into everything that I don't think we will finish the New Testament. We're in 1st Corinthians right now, but that's only because we skipped half of Luke and all of John. We convinced him that they were like re-runs of Matthew and Mark. For the last two years he has been pretty lenient with attendance. So lenient, in fact, people who never once came got credit for the year. We have since corrected his ways and he now has nothing to do with attendance. Our secretary records it and Brother Frame's wife inputs it into the computer.

For half the year Nick, Sarah, and I enjoyed being half the class. If we couldn't be there, the class was cancelled. Our parents ask who was there everyday, and we answer everyone except whoever wasn't there. It sounds like more people than there really are. Fortunately, another family with two more high school students moved in bringing our total number to eight.