But some kind of miracle happens -- by the end of the movie she's got them singing and dancing and wearing matching outfits. She's managed to get their attention and she's even found a way to get them to listen. They're falling in love with her & they think she's neat-O.
Cue to Marla, sitting in the front of the room on a metal chair (a.k.a. the teacher chair) while 7 boys march past her talking loudly with any and all apparatuses flailing madly, suddenly plop down, only to plop back up, & tip their chairs against the wall like all Sunday school kids love to do. Introducing Mass Chaos! And no that's not a play at the Orpheum, it's my new life. We're talking the 14-15-16 year old Sunday school class. Heaven help me.
There is no Christopher Plummer in sight, no hills singing with music, no little white dresses with blue satin sashes. Just rowdy boys, who want to talk about movies, comic books, Wii or anything else other than what my lesson is on. Let me make this clear - these boys are good boys. They know their stuff. They've got the light shining in their eyes. They are the future. However, they are still teenage boys and I, my friends, have never had brothers.
Sigh... When the Lord closes a door somewhere he opens a window. I'll even settle for a hole in the wall.
God bless Adam with the long tie, Ethan with the uber-random personality, Chad with his sarcastic wit, Riley with his eager participation, Craig with his silent obediance, Peter with his hair sticking up in the back , and the Saunders kid who's name escapes me - God bless him too.