Grammar!

Tonight we started the new series of classes at church. This is a ten week overview of the history of the Church, covering two centuries of history each week. As a huge bonus, we get a brief introduction each session to the next week's tone in the tone cycle. Lisa, our "choir director" is wonderful, and I must admit that I am possibly more excited to be learning the music than the history. I like being useful, see, and I can't see any real way for me to be useful other than with this voice I've got. It works pretty well, if I can get past the nerves, so I know I could at least contribute that way.

Lisa brought her youngest daughter along. She was sitting on the floor working on her history homework. Mary's a sixth grader at the first school I worked at, the school where, once upon a time, I was a sixth grader. We chatted about school after the class was done. She's ok with history, but not so much the part they're dealing with now. She's not such a fan of science at this point. It doesn't make sense to her. She really doesn't like math. Her favorite subject, though, is English. I grinned. She can spell anything she's seen written, because she can memorize, but she's not so good with the pronouns and stuff like that.

Well. Do I even need to tell you what happened? I was a sixth grade language teacher. My sixth grade teacher still remembers me as her best grammar student. I have a degree in linguistics. I diagram sentences for fun. I have the grammar songs I grew up with on my iPod for Pete's sake.

I told Mary to call me if she needs grammar help. Her mom and brother both have my number.

For the record, for the first time in... never mind how long, I came home feeling like my life might actually have meaning.