September 27

It rained again today.  I am anxious to see the sun.

I fixed peanut butter cookies, the kind that have no flour.  They were so easy.  I made over 65 of them thinking that everyone would be able to have two.  I also made tuna sandwiches again only this time I used regular sliced bread (3 long loaves).  I used 5 cans of tuna, two grated carrots, and three cucumbers diced.  None of it was enough.  Even though we had only 24 in Mission Prep, there were another 8 waiting outside of the classroom so they could play before the P of GP class and by the time I got the sandwiches into the classroom 2 young adults that usually attend Mission Prep had shown up.  How does one feed only some of those present.  Hmmmm.  Five cans of tuna divided by 35 people (add Scott) equals seven servings per can.  I was praying for a fishes and loaves experience.  I fed the class students first, and told the other kids they would have to wait to see if there was any left.  There was.  Everyone got one sandwich (even me which makes 36) and some got another half.  When the tuna ran out, I just passed out the left over slices of bread.

Scott taught both lessons and did an absolutely marvelous job.  He had the mission prep students fighting to give him the answers and then giving each other high fives when they got them right.  It is harder to teach P of GP because 34 is too many in the room we have.  He adjusted his lesson and it went perfectly.  He gets such good participation, and is a master at getting discussion.

Had an interesting experience before P of GP class.  We have two wonderful rolling overstuffed desk chairs that we kept when they took our desks out of the classroom.  During Mission Prep one of the young ladies,Vani, sat in one of those chairs and I sat in the other.  When P of GP started she was sitting in a hard chair next to the soft chair in which sat one of the young men.  I asked him how he got the chair and he said, "I asked for it."  Oops wrong answer!  My Miss Manners came screaming to the forefront. I politely told him to give the chair back to Vani.  "But she said I could have it!" was the reply.  "Well," I said, "As a gentlemen you should never have asked for it.  A gentlemen always gives the lady the best chair."  "But I want it," came the reply.  "It's OK, Sister Tennis, I said he could have it." added Vani.  I just looked at the young man and told him to get out of the chair.  He did.  Smart move.  I left to get some stuff for Scott and when I came back, the young man was back in the soft chair.  Stupid!!!!  I marched over (on purpose and for effect), stood right in front of him, put my hands on my hips, leaned into his face, and very quietly said, "GET OUT OF THAT CHAIR."  When he had moved I again leaned in and said, "You will always use your best manners in the Church." I patted him on the arm, and thanked him.  He was quaking when I turned to walk back to my chair.  When I looked up our boss, the stake president, was standing in the doorway watching and his eyes were huge.  It will be interesting to discuss this in our Monday meeting.

Many men in Fiji do not treat woman the way they should.  Old customs die hard.