I LIVE!

Yeah, I'm alive from Awana work week. I'll edit for some details later...

EDIT:

So, basically, work week was a blast. The teacher was good (such a praise!) and it was fun serving tables. It was interesting to learn how to balance and carry three plates of food to three tables (example, three bowls of potatoes for three different tables). I don't believe I could learn to master carrying three pitchers of water or Kool-Aid, but that's alright.

My tables were really nice. My old counselor from a few years ago at this camp, Lora, was a table leader for one of my tables. I didn't get that much candy or money at the end of the week, but I'm fine with that. I'm quite happy that I got any money at all! Six dollars really is nice.

Some of the girls at my tables were really sweet. One shyly gave me a note at the end of Friday dinner.

It was also nice learning from other workers that their Churches are going through similar situations that mine is. It was just extremely comforting.