MTC Email 4: January 20, 2015

Another week has gone by! And is it just me or are everyone else's weeks merging together. I have absolutely no idea what happened this week and what happened last week, but I do know that I leave for France in 12 days!!!!!! And I'm kinda freaking out about it Really freaking out... But in a good way, I think.

My french is passable, and I can listen better than speak, but stage fright is real, and sometimes I just get super tongue tied. But I have time, no need to worry. Right?

 OH! Wait, I remember what happened this week. THERE WERE STAWBERRIES!!!!!! It was the best day! I was in heaven! They've only had them once and when I saw someone walking by with some on their tray I, no lie, gasped.. loudly.. and twirled a 360 because I needed to find where they had gotten them from. I felt like a crazy person, but I was SOOOO excited. Needless to say, I had a very good day. They also had fresh blueberries, so also delicious and my favorite fruit combo.

 Hmmm, now that I got the out of the way everything else is going to sound so mundane, I mean what is better than strawberries? That's right, nothing. Well, Elder Nelson came again, so it's a tough call on what's more exciting. We have a new MTC presidency so on their last week we had a special devotional and he came. He told us to thank our families again for all they did in helping us missionaries become missionaries. So THANK YOU! From me and Elder Nelson. :)

 This week choir was again super awesome. We sang Joseph Smith's first prayer, it was really powerful for me, and yes, I cried, of course... We were joking around with the other girls in my district and trying to figure out how to say crying or something, I can't remember, and so we just kept joking around about how my eyes are always raining, because the verb for crying and raining in french is really similar, I think when you say its raining you always say il fait pleut, and crying is je pleur, or something like that, so we had a good laugh about that. And the other day we didn't know how the word for sweating, so we just said that our skin was raining.. oh the things we make up.. it kills me.

 So we had this zone conference, and the teacher, Soeur Hawkes gave the lesson, it was about french fashion. Kidding, haha, it was about being a missionary, obviously, and she had us do some practicing, and for some reason what she said really resonated with me and I cried, a lot, not just a few tears, it was almost an hour long, and after the meeting, my teacher brought up what we had learned and of course, I started crying again. This is a problem, yes a few tears are acceptable, it happens, but I looked like I had died. I would have fit in really well with the cast of the walking dead. The zombies though, not the people. Some people can cry and they really don't look any different, ya, I am not one of them. My eyes were so red I looked like I had been sprayed with pepper spray, and my face was this weird blotchy red and white everywhere. Augh, just gross. Super spiritual for me! But gross.

 Anyways.. enough talk of me being such a baby. Instead of 4 square we've been playing volleyball, which is super fun, but I think I do almost as much standing around. Today Soeur Hurd and I went to alterations because we both had a skirt that we wanted them to take out because they were a bit to tight... ya the lady said that they really couldn't do anything to help, and then told us that we should really lay off the lucky charms at breakfast... So you know that thing about only eating celery... ya, not a joke. :)

 Oh and this week, if the crying wasn't enough, my district now knows how much I blush. I thought I had gotten over that, but no. I was wearing my red Russia scarf and my face turned the same color, for forever!! I really need to work on that. I can't cry AAAND blush. it's too much. :)

 For everyone who hasn't experienced missionary life, some thing you need to realize is that anything semi normal in life, literally anything, becomes so cool and so funny. To really emphasize this, and how pathetic we all kind of are when it comes to entertainment, my district and the other district in my zone (the 6 elders) have started a game of tag. Ya, we're five years old. Basically someone is it, and they have to tag someone, that's obvious, but then the tagged person has to wait an hour and then tag someone else, secretively so no one knows who is it. And we are only playing for the month of January, so the last person to be it is it for a whole year. I don't think a sillier game has ever been invented. EVER. but it is super fun, which is so embarrassing! But what can you do :) I really feel so blessed that none of the girls in my district are crazy, all the girls and most of the guys I would totally be friends with as not as a missionary (did that make sense, that just sounds weird). The other day these girls walked by and they were having a passive aggressive argument, and one of the sisters said, "no, I'm right and I know a lot more than you, because I went to college" AH CRAAAZY! So now the joke is that when ever someone is saying something, we just say, oh and you know because you went to college... Oh our humour here! Well, out of time. Thanks again for letters! I got the one from Auntie Wendy this week! Thanks!!

 Love you all!