The Babe with the Power

The inevitable has happened:  I got called to be branch choir director.  Some months ago, when I was in "sullen Alex" mode, I would have been like, blah blah...pigeonholed into a music calling...blah...no opportunities for spiritual growth.  But not now, because I have realized the following things:

• I am a dang good choir director.  It is probably the thing I am best at doing that can be done in church.  Maybe I'm not the kindest human being, and maybe I won't bring in delightful baked goods every Sunday, but I will make that choir work harder and sound better than ever before.*
• In Boston, I made 92% of my friends because of (or more realistically, in spite of) the fact that I was their ward choir director.  Maybe this is how I will make more friends here.
• I like the power.  Oh gosh, do I like the power.  There's something about being able to control the voices of the masses with my bare hands that sets something on fire in my blood.  The branch president might as well have given alcohol to a person with car keys.**

At any rate, I'm very excited.  First of all, I have two simultaneous callings (though being Relief Society music coordinator requires very little extracurricular activity), and secondly, I get to be in charge of a branch choir again!  I'm sad that this has happened only a few weeks before I leave for Christmas, and therefore I could not get a huge music program together, but I'll be ready to bring out the big guns for Easter.***

*Even if it means threatening to hit the basses with a music stand.  Hey, I've done it before, and it's quite effective for proper consonant placement.

**Anyone who really knows me should know that I don't require alcohol to do major damage with car keys.

***And also maybe Passover.  I've always wanted to try to get away with some awesome Jewish music in a sacrament meeting.