LOVE y'all! But not in a creepy way...you know...like a Bella and Edward sort of way. You know!
Definitely love hearing stories from you all:) Meghan's got some good ones, ma, you got some mad competition:)
P.s...uhhh so did the family get my letter I sent via Mission Ties? I'm wondering if my carefully crafted concoction of a letter made it to you! Also, I can't print off emails................... they don't have any printers..........
So this last week has been pretty cool. It's been CRAZY, for several reasons, good or bad may they be. Firstly I want to say that I've decided I've got to start working harder than I have been. You know, all that leftover procrastination business from school isn't going to do me any good. SO, for my spiritual and Portuguese-eal enhancement, I've started transcribing Jesus the Christ from Portuguese to English. SOOOO slow, and pretty difficult, but it's also helping an unBELIEVEable amount. I've been working on it for about a week now, and I've learned about 100 new words pretty well from it, no problem. After a week of bouts of translation, I am now almost to PAGE FOURRRR! Boo yeah!
This week has been pretty hardcore. Our district has started the slow but sure downhill slippery slope to MTC insanity, and we've only just completed four full weeks, things are starting to get crazy in our classroom, on a daily basis! One of the many games/time-passers that has come to be, we call, "The Number Game." There are ten Elders in our district. When we play, each Elder takes a turn, and writes a number down on a sheet of paper, numbers 1-45. Everyone in the district has to try to guess the number. What happens if someone gets their number guessed? Hold the phones, put the clicker down, and keep a good grip on your horses, ladies and gents, for the main event is here! It's a death sentence, that's what it is. Not literally, but it's as close as it gets to a death sentence in the CTM. If your number gets guessed, the following day is the reckoning, meaning during mealtime in the cafeteria, some of the Elders in the district will go around between the different foods, and pick out various substances and liquids and things and everything that will be carefully calculated to make you vomit, and throw the ingredients into a cup, before being mixed together. The unlucky Elder(s) get to drink the WHOLE cup, to each guessed Elder, his own cup. At this point, everyone has managed to wolf their cups down, all except one particular Elder Ralph in our district, who's the next target. I'm honestly not too proud of the antics, but I am proud that I downed my salty puke-like substance with only one gag. Take that, Satan.
Try not to think about that last one too much, ma and pa. On the upside, I'll be baptizing BOTH my instructor-investigators this week. SO glad that that's moving along, and it feels good to be one of the very select few in my district that the instructors actually like. Alright, I'm getting dirty looks from the computer sentinels for going over my time, talk at y'all later!
(p.s. send me lettters through Mission ties so I can read them and only worry about writing when i email! bye! :) )
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