Bratty Beehive

So I was a bratty Beehive....and a bratty Mia Maid.... and pretty much a bratty Laurel too. In fact, at one point in my Young Womens career I even had a leader call me up and tell me that she was going to call the Bishop and ask for a release because of me. Didn't help matters much that the Bishop at that time was my dad.
I did have fantastic leaders in Young Womens and ones that I will always remember and love. So ever since I have been out of Young Womens, which I really think was just a few years ago but my current lack of coolness reminds me that it has indeed been 16 years?!?, anyways since then I have always thought that it would be really fun to work in the Young Womens program. Well it finally happened a moth ago and I was called as 1st Counselor for Young Women here in our ward in Puerto Rico. And of course out of years of waiting for this opportunity of course I would be called at the time in my life where it would be the most out of my comfort zone.
I am in a different culture and still struggling with the language. Especially teenage girls talk so fast that I swear that half the time I have no idea what they are saying and I know half of what I say makes no sense to them. Most of the girls come from broken homes and have some real issues that they are struggling with. Over the past month I have wondered if I could ever earn the girls trust or respect.
Well today I had my first celebratory breakthrough. I had 2 Laurels (ones that refuse to come to our weekly mutual) call me up today and ask me to help them make some chocolates for a school project. Looks like there may be hope for this bratty beehive after all....