Recently I was sitting in a primary presidency meeting, and we were discussing with the new 1st counselor how the in-service meeting went a few months back. The president was saying how nice it was that we had so many of our teachers show up. I mentioned that was because we had scheduled during the meeting to finally set apart those teachers who hadn't been set apart. We had 15 primary workers who'd been working without it. (Not surprising, considering our bishopric.) I told the 1st counselor how the "mass" setting apart session felt like an assembly line, and how I felt sorry for the bishopric having to do so many blessings, one right after another. I said it must have been hard for them to try to come up with original stuff to say when doing so many at once. The primary president seemed shocked I would say that, and said, "But blessings are inspired. They don't make up the words. Oh no. I thought they were great. So spiritual!" All I could remember was raising my eyebrows and saying nothing. Those blessings were not inspired. I even caught a few mistakes that one guy made while giving the blessing...stuff that absolutely didn't make sense, that the teacher beside me and I heard and laughed at right after the blessing. I wish I could remember what it was, but it was hardly inspired.
Often the only thing I can remember after a blessing or being set apart is how weird it felt having the hands moving around on my head kind of like hands on a oiuja board pointer.