Dear Senior Primary,
Every week I get to stand up in front of you and sing beautiful primary songs with you. Most of the time it fills me with joy and I love hearing your sweet voices, & sometimes loud & awkward ones! I love feeling the spirit and I get chills every week!
This week, I am sorry to say you were obnoxious and yes when my voice cracked that was me about to burst into tears. It was not because of your sweet voices filling me with the spirit. It was because you were obnoxious and rude and I really just wanted to run out of there and leave you naughty children.
I do love you dearly & I understand you are at an awkward age where singing just isn't as cool as it used to be. But please dear children will you sing for me? And would you also stop acting like you are too cool for it all, because frankly that isn't supposed to start until you go to Young Women's and Young Men's. And there I don't have to deal with you.
All my love,
Sister Robertson
*yeah, just had to vent for a minute. Thanks