All to Impress a Boy

My loving sisters have informed me, as nicely as they know how (meaning very blunt), that my blog is boring. So here's a fairly interesting story of my sad attempt to woo a boy by being the greatest gospel doctrine teacher.

It all started the first week of church. I happen to notice this very good looking boy in my gospel doctrine class. I spent the whole lesson thinking of how I could talk to him. Or in reality how to get him to talk to me. Good looking guys are my downfall. I can not strike up an innocent conversation with them no matter how long I stare at them wishing I could. Anyway, this boy, despite my obvious stares, does not talk to me after class. I should have taken that as a warning sign...

Instead I begin to plan on how to get this boy to notice me. A miracle happened in the midst of my scheming! I was asked to teach Sunday school the next week. After clarifying that it was indeed the same class, I began my preparations immediately. This lesson was my chance to show off just how awesome I am!

Plans began with the game we were going to play. I probably should have began with the lesson but I knew that wasn't going to be my strong suit. I decided on a get-to-know-you game because everybody was still meeting each other. Plus it was a great way to do more research on my boy. A protected Facebook page can only show me so much. And I obviously couldn't add him as a friend because of the simple fact that I'd only learned him name through stalking techniques. The game was a simple one where everyone wrote down two interesting facts about them self and then we went and guessed who it was. It took a while to get through them all but overall seemed to be a success.

After preparing the game I moved on to the lesson. I'll admit it took a while to get that part together but eventually I got a lesson that would be very flexible with time and class participation. Luckily it wasn't a call to repentance kind of lesson. It's a little hard to fall for someone who seconds before was telling you about how wicked you are...

It was a few days into the week that I suddenly realized I hadn't even considered a treat for the class! I don't know how it wasn't my first thought. I take every teaching lesson as an opportunity to try a new recipe without having to eat it all myself. Luckily Chelsea found me these delicious bad boys. Snickerdoodle Cupcakes!


I definitely recommend them! My only remark is that I added more milk and powdered sugar to the frosting.

However this good impression was so important to me I even made cake mix cookies as back up in case I didn't like these cupcakes. I'm telling you people, this lesson was the only thing on my mind all week. I'm embarrassed now by how much work I put into it but man did I nail it!

It was perfect! The lesson went smoothly, the cupcakes were delicious, the game worked as well as I could have hoped for, and I was even looking pretty good! I had imagined everything that could go wrong and the worst I could imagine was the boy not being there. But he was! Do you want to know how he reacted to this brilliant display of awesomeness? Well I couldn't tell you. He kept his head down just about the whole lesson and just gave me a simple "great lesson" at the end of it as I was leaving.

Excuse me?! The lesson wasn't even the good part! And while I was hoping for a drop to one knee and an absolute begging for my number I would have accepted a simple "Love the cupcakes! You should come bake for me!" or even a "You should teach the lesson every week!" But no. He didn't even say great lesson with enthusiasm!

So the moral of the story is, always make a gospel doctrine in the hopes of impressing lots of people instead of one certain one. It's a much surer route of success.