tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806324.post5321163552590686817..comments2023-11-05T04:42:17.900-07:00Comments on Nomad: Visiting Teaching--The Good, the Bad and the IndifferentScience Teacher Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16579558647324072199noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806324.post-64928930382156768322007-06-07T02:14:00.000-06:002007-06-07T02:14:00.000-06:00Did I ever tell you about the time another sister ...Did I ever tell you about the time another sister we VT showed up on my doorstep, crying, in the middle of the day because she needed help cleaning her house after her move? I called N that evening to see if she could come help clean for a little while (after others had already been there in the afternoon), and she said she only had half an hour before study group, so she couldn't come. Well, gee, I could have gone home at 9:30 instead of 10 that night if she had come for just that half hour. I was a bit upset. I'm sorry we never managed to be there for you more, I'm sure you can see how frustrating it was for me every month to try and get her going. I always felt like she thought I should just take care of it, since after all I didn't have to deal with school and studying. I'm sure once she has 3 kids, she'll come to realize that going to school was a walk in the park compared to staying home with the munchkins. :pDoreenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04776861290728303604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806324.post-13343263275838537752007-05-14T14:10:00.000-06:002007-05-14T14:10:00.000-06:00I can't believe I missed this post. I'm so sorry ...I can't believe I missed this post. I'm so sorry about the crappy one you've got now. I wish I lived close to you and could steal those cute boys of yours away to rescue you from time to time. Or sit on the couch with you and eat a variety of dips as you know I love.Rainiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05897655360549843834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806324.post-35316104260356876412007-05-02T13:20:00.000-06:002007-05-02T13:20:00.000-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15142636095145936798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806324.post-78928855069647031802007-05-02T12:38:00.000-06:002007-05-02T12:38:00.000-06:00I had the same VT comp for 3 years in TX. We becam...I had the same VT comp for 3 years in TX. We became so close. When we first started she was blunt, "I'm not sure I buy into the whole VT thing. It is like being assigned friends. I will go because I have committed to, but my attitude toward it is not great."<BR/><BR/>By the end of our time together, her testimony (and mine)of the goodness VT can do had grown immensely. I sometimes think we did more for each other than anyone we taught, but I think that is a part of its purpose too. <BR/><BR/>My own in Texas was so golden. Because I had no car, I hung out for her visits as a chance for adult conversation. I sometimes felt guilty about the hour she had to clear from her schedule to come, but she never begrudged a minute. She even played power of attorney for a day to go to our house closing in our stead and sign the papers. That was EIGHT months after we moved. She taught me more about service than anyone I have ever known.<BR/><BR/>Maybe you and I are different from others but, personally, I like that someone is assigned to find out how I am doing every month and to make sure my needs are met. In all honesty, her companion is much better, but she leaves in a week and a half to go to Germany for two months. I'll be at a complete loss for whom to call when little Garrick is born.<BR/><BR/>You know, it is the whole "What's in it for me?" thing. I'm thinking "I go every month and do any extra I'm asked. Why don't I get good visiting teachers?" Of course, this attitude fails to recognize why we are asked to go in the first place . . .Science Teacher Mommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16579558647324072199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32806324.post-5497092007749926342007-05-01T21:34:00.000-06:002007-05-01T21:34:00.000-06:00STM--I am so sorry about your VTer. I recently po...STM--I am so sorry about your VTer. I recently posted the following about VTing on someone's else's blog who had a remarkably similar experience to yours. <BR/><BR/>"I haven't had visiting teachers since we moved here over a year ago. I know who they are--they've even told me they're my VTers. One actually lives just across the hall from me. They've never visited or called.<BR/><BR/>As I've thought about it, I realize that I'm probably not the "type" of person they think really needs help. I'm generally pretty upbeat, husband is the good ol' EQP and I'm the faithful, always-at-church-fifteen-minutes early type. I think they probably think I'm doing just fine and I don't need friends.<BR/><BR/>How little they know."<BR/><BR/>The ironic thing is that one of the gals who is my VTer is the same one that I VT. I know, it's kind of weird, but in a branch as small as ours, you do the best you can. So, every month, I faithfully visit her with my companion, give a lesson, ask if there is anything I can do. I've taught her Primary class when asked on Saturday night, I've left goodies for holidays and birthdays. I really do appreciate visiting with her. Yet I always get the impression that she'd just rather not take time for us. <BR/><BR/>It's hard not to feel angry, I'll admit. VTing, when done right, can really be such a great thing. Sisters getting together, talking, getting to know each other, laughing--sounds great to me! And yet I just don't get why it's so hard for some people to do. When I was the RS presidency in our BYU ward, we had sisters complain that those they visit taught just "didn't have anything in common with them." I am still seething over those comments.Desmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04799831623274044784noreply@blogger.com