Ode to Wednesday Confirmation.

Seventh and eighth graders have confirmation on both Sundays and Wednesdays and, well, it was probably time for the Wednesday afternoon sessions to come to a close for the year. The twenty-four or so confirmands make their way over after school on Wednesday afternoons. They stop by Tammy’s office to buy chips and sugar and then make their way to the third floor click-clack room. (The click-clacks are the futon-like couches on which they lounge.) After a long day in school, they’re not always the most cooperative when it comes to listening, learning, and opening their Bibles (which they have forgotten at home, of course) and it’s just that point in the year when they like it even less.

Now they have found their relief. No more Pastor Lindsay writing on the white board. No more Pastor Lindsay asking them to be quiet. No more Pastor Lindsay quoting random movies they’ve never seen.

I’ve found mine too. I love the kids – honestly, I do – but it’s just that time of year when the kids are getting ready for summer and anxious to be out of school structure. No more picking up trash after the kids. No more confiscating cell phones when they are texting during the teaching hour. No more asking them to be quiet. Eight million times.

… but I’ll be sad next week. (Right now I’m in the slight celebratory period, the I-have-Wednesday-afternoons-free-now period but that will pass.) No more farming stories from Brandon. No more jokes from Kyler about my want of a Kindle, the e-reader. (“What? A Ken doll? A Kendall?”) No more teasing from Jake. This isn’t really an ode – no lyric poem here – but a tribute to Wednesday afternoon confirmation; I’ll miss it.