In light of the fact that it's Friday the 13th, I'm going to tell you about the horrible nightmare I had a little while ago.
A general authority came to our house to release Lorin from being stake president. He went on and on about how he had been a really great stake president, told me to get married soon, talked about the perils of gay marriage, and urged us to vote for Romney (apparently, my subconscious creates very stereotypical mormons). And then he dropped the bomb:
"We would like you to serve as president of the Philadelphia temple."
I started crying. "No, they can't. I'm going to college in Philly. I can't go to another college. I applied early decision. It's binding. This can't happen. I have to get away and start my own life." I turned to my dad, "say no."
He looked at me and said, "I've never turned down a calling in my life. It will be fine. You won't even know we're living in the same town as you. We'll only visit your dorm on occasion. And this way you can go to church with us." Then he turned to the general authority, "we'll do it."
At this point, my inner-toddler came out. "NO. NO. NO. There is no way in hell this is happening. NO. You can't do this." I'm threw a couch cushion.
The General Authority calmly looked at me and said, "now Hannah, this will be hard, but it will work out in the end, because God's hand is in it."
"I don't care that it's a calling and I don't care about "God's hand". I want to go to college and start my life, and I don't want to be followed by my family."
And then I woke up.
I looked it up. The temple in Philadelphia won't be finished until 2014. I think I'm in the clear.