Around mid-afternoon Amy invited me to Rocketown (Michael W. Smith's club for teenagers). I attended and had a considerable amount of fun. For a few awful moments my composure was lost. Church was good. I got voted one of the most humble people in our class (Monica was one also so I'm not elated by my status). Blake kept using my Bible, which was odd. Daddy finally agreed to teach the Sunday School class. The AC was out at the "NEOS house" so we relied on sheer will to make it through the lesson without perishing. We made it.