It is hard to maintain the delusion of your own intelligence and competence when you keep producing evidence to the contrary. Today was my Geography class, and my student Haley still doesn’t have transportation, so once again I offered to pick her up.
Last week’s attempt was kind of a nightmare, but I was pretty confident that this time I would find her house without a problem, since I had just been there a week ago, and I knew now to start counting the twelve miles a lot sooner. It would have been nice if it wasn’t pouring rain, but it’s not like I had any control over that.
So I set off full of confidence. The rain got harder. There was lots of water on the road. There was lots of lightning. I do not enjoy these driving conditions. The crucial landmark I was looking for was a white church on the right-hand side. I knew if I saw a white church on the left side, I would have gone much too far.
I was a little frustrated that my trip odometer went on strike, but I thought I was still pretty on top of things. I saw the white church, and immediately started looking for the other landmarks Amy had mentioned. Nothing seemed quite right. I kept going (in a deluge, mind you) until I was sure I had somehow overshot it, then turned around and inched back until I was at the church again.
Then I did it all over again. After not finding the driveway for the third time, I called Amy as I turned back into the church parking lot. “What color is the church door?” she wanted to know. Gray. Well, it seems the white church that is near their house has a purple door. By this time, I was in tears. It is so hard to deal with one’s own shortcomings sometimes.
After discussing the situation, we agreed that this time, instead of overshooting my destination, I had not driven far enough. So I drove and drove and drove. It didn’t seem possible I could have been that far off. Then I saw a white church with a purple door and purple steps. Moments later, I found Amy’s driveway with no trouble.
Then, as I was driving Haley back, I had a coughing fit and spent a traumatic few minutes trying to keep it from turning into puking emergency. Also, we passed yet another white church.
So, I think we can all agree that the real problem here is that there are too many white country churches lurking about on rural roads. My life would have been so much more enjoyable today if instead of three white churches there had been a red church, a blue church, and yellow church!
In geography today we were studying Russia and the Balkans. I had made a nice big pot of borscht, but unfortunately it wasn’t quite the way I like it since I had to make it meatless. The same problem arose with the pirozhki. I found a meatless filling recipe, but it was pretty blah. Lucy made the Russian apple pie, which turned out to be more Russian apple goo. It was not our most successful geography class from a culinary standpoint.
However, we really enjoyed learning about that part of the world, despite the fact that it seems to be very cold there a lot of the time!
For supper tonight, there was leftover borscht. I added meat to it and it was better that way.