Greg Cohoon (drmellow) wrote,
Greg Cohoon
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Greg's Terrible Sunday

More things went wrong by 9:30 yesterday morning that have gone wrong all month.

I got to church a little later than I usually do, but still with plenty of time to get the room ready for my Sunday School class and everything. I could tell that the service had reached the point of the offertory, because I could hear the handbells playing "Lamb of God" as I walked down the hall.

Wait a minute. Handbells? Cripes! I was supposed to be at the church an hour ago to play bells.

I felt completely foolish and embarrassed. Oh, well. What can I do at this point? So I went on to the copy machine to photocopy the handouts I planned on distributing for today's lesson. Of course, all of the members of the bell choir passed the room with the copy machine as they were leaving after having played their last song for the service. I must have profusely apologized to every member of the choir individually, as well as the choir director.

After making my copies, I headed out to my classroom and began organizing my materials. Let's see -- here's the homework handout, here's the supplemental information handout, here's the...no, this isn't it....where is it? At this point I realize that I don't have the three pages of lecture notes I need to deliver the lesson. It's because of things like this that I come in early on Sundays. I had just enough time to drive back home, print out the notes (they're online here, by the way), and come back before class started. I was a complete disheveled mess.

Well, the class went well, and I finished up a little earlier than normal so I'd have time to review my bell part before the second service. This was especially important since I missed rehearsal Thursday evening. The second service went well -- the choir director's son even joined us on his violin for "Lamb Of God."

After church, we had lunch at the Macaroni Grill, which was great. I took a nap during the race. By the end of the day, I didn't feel like such an idiot anymore. I can laugh about it now, along with the rest of the choir.
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