Garment WEDGIEs Continue

DISCLAIMER: My emails will always be long, so just expect to read a lot. Also, I don't do English, so there will be no punctuation, no grammar, and spelling will be wrong. It's okay, I'm just going to type like I am talking, so forgive me for the lack of English.

Speaking of a lack of English, for those of you who don't know why I suck so bad... well, I never paid attention (in English). I am not kidding when I say I don't even know what a verb or an adjective or a noun means (I had to ask my English teacher aunt this week). Honestly, I'm surprised my GPA was so high in high school (3.8). I literally don't know how I passed. JK, I do. I cheated my way through English. Bahahaha! That was my worst subject, so when I had to read, 1) I can't focus, 2) it's English, so it's boring, 3) I'm tired because I never got sleep, and 4) it's quiet in there when everyone reads. So, what happened next? You guessed it. Coleman three was passed out on the desk every single English class in high school. (Grateful for my teachers who just let me sleep). I think they liked me because I would talk to them a lot, so we had a connection always (they also might have not cared because I did my work in their class, or so they thought). This is the awkward part when I needed to turn in an assignment. My strategy was to wait a few days and accidentally turn it in late (I was just grabbing out of the no-name). Ahhh, it was a good time. Work harder, not smarter, right?

Going off of that, I think that's why Spanish is kinda muy dificil. I don't even really understand my own language. I can just speak it. The gift of tongues is real, you guys. I literally was so lost the first week. So, so lost. It didn't make any sense, but I prayed every day, multiple times for help, and to my surprise, I'm still kinda dog water at Spanish. But, like, it kinda makes sense. Like, who created English, though? On the real, dawg, that guy was an absolute baboon, creating a language with no patterns. Spanish has patterns, and it is so satisfying on my brain. It feels like a massage that it has patterns. It's so hot. Anyways, I'm still improving and still sound very americano when I read. AEIOU, gotta practice the Spanish vowels and practice learning the patterns and memorizing words. I know I will get it. It will be okay! Come what may and love it! If you haven't seen that talk, go watch it. It's so good. "COME WHAT MAY AND LOVE IT."

Home MTC kinda sucks lowkey. I hate it, in certain areas! My teachers are a lot more helpful this week, and I am glad they seem happier than the first week. I really enjoy my teachers. They're very loving and seem a little more patient, which is muy bien for me. Ahahah! Those workshops we do, it depends on the day, but it's a Zoom with all the MTCers that are in the same 6-week period as me. We got a new instructor, his name is Christopher Algaron. I think, I don't know if I spelled his name right, but he's awesome. He's so much more entertaining than the first teacher. Ahah! Sorry to whoever that guy was, lol.

Update on Elder Trost: I found out he likes hamburgers. That's all.

Garments - Okay, I love mesh and stretch cotton about equal now. I don't know what happened, but the stretch cotton gives me the worst wedgies. Luckily, my butt is clean, so there are never poop stains, lol. But it is so uncomfortable. I wish they fit me like the mesh. The mesh gives no wedgies, but I hate the Mormon smile (the big deep neckline), and I feel exposed. I feel commando, and I don't like that.

Exercise - We had this weird workshop thing but for exercise (I think it's every Friday, but the first week the guy was out of town). We did some room exercise warm-ups, then came the burpees. This is when I realized I hate working out. I did three sets of eight burpees, and the first one, I jumped up and crushed my hand on my ceiling. That hurt, oof. And then I got lazy of jumping because I just had a fire grilled cheese right before, and I was starting to feel like I was about to barf up grilled cheese. So, I switched to push-ups, did about five, then died and lay on the ground for 20 minutes as the guy kept doing the class. I stayed laying out of frame for 20 minutes, then class was over. Hahahah! I have been skating for my exercise. It's a lot better because I get cardio, and it's not boring, so my brain can handle it. (Insert kickflip missionary vids at bottom).

Back to the Home MTC. I hate staring at a computadora all day. It makes my eyes hurt, and my brain hurts, and my body is tired of not being outside. I want to tan and walk around. I hate this Home MTC stuff. It's awful for my brain. I'm sick of the computer, but at least this is the start of week three, so almost halfway. Week one went absolutely insanely slow, and this week went really fast. I think the weeks will start to go faster.

Comp study is so awesome. My companion, Eder Vwisla (that's his Norwegian or Swedish or something, how it's supposed to be pronounced, but since I'm white, it's forever Wiesler), apparently he thinks I'm 5'10". Bruh, you left out that extra inch. I'm 5'11". Every inch counts, lol. But he saw a pic of me at Topham's farewell and saw my scrawniness. Like, bruh, I can't help it. I can't gain weight. It's not my fault. I've been 135-140 for the past year, not moving, lolllll. Comp study is muy bien, though. He came up with a super good analogy about the Atonement, and I absolutely loved it, and I'm stealing it. Sorry, Weasel. So, he was saying that we're in a painting class, and our work is going to be judged by God, and He's giving us a final grade. But we have no painting experience at all. So, Jesus volunteered to be our teacher's assistant because He knows how to paint. We're supposed to paint a perfect replica of something, and we don't know how. So, Jesus tells us to just try, and He will be there for us. So, we paint, and we mess up. So, we call for help, and He takes away our messed-up canvas and gives us a brand new clean one and says, "Try again. You've got it." And He helps us until He thinks we can do it on our own, and He leaves us to use our agency. And we can mess up again, and He will be there to take away our canvas and give us a brand new clean one as many times as we need until we make it because He loves us. This analogy was absolutely fire. BANG!

Elder Topham (kid in the district) - So, Elder Topham had his farewell, and his talk was amazing. I got to go to it since he lives in Highland, so he's close to me, and I got to meet Hermana Moulton and Hermana Melanson too!

Monday and Tuesday, I kind of lost focus and didn't really pay the best attention those days. I feel like I lost track of being a missionary. So, I made a goal to work harder and focus more on my job. I feel like I goofed off too much on Monday and Tuesday, even outside of class. So, my goal is to focus more. I can still have fun, but focus! So, I can feel the Spirit more. I feel like those days my goals and focus were not on being a missionary, so I am going to do better and give it my all.

Lululemon ABCs - I am telling you, they're so comfy. I love them. They're addicting. I got two more pairs, which is sucky because all my Mr. Mac pants. I don't want to wear anymore.

I got to have free time today. I edited a pic of me and the temple and called it "The Temple - The Place Where the Earth and the Heavens Meet." I love it.

I still miss music, and I don't get to listen to it, sadly.

I do miss my clothes and my shoes a lot, so that's sad. I miss my friends too, grr.

I painted my Libro de Mormon with the Puerto Rico flag and a wave, and I love it. It turned out horrible. I feel like it describes my brain - very chaotic.

We also have had teaching members in español. It's some crazy thing where I don't do good at all. We're supposed to teach the members and share a lesson for practice in Spanish. And let me tell you how it goes: I do the intro/meeting in Spanish because that's all I can say. Then Elder Wiesler does the rest, and I bear my testimony. Amen. Bahahaha. Poor kid does all the work. I just stress out really hard when it comes to being on the spot, saying Spanish. I forget everything. My mind goes blank. It's really awkward. So awkward. At least I got the purpose memorized, mostly. I have Wiesler to vouch, and Hermana Moulton. She can vouch also.

I am so ready to go to the field. Most of my district is going to be reassigned because their borders are closed or they have visa issues. So, lots got reassigned, but not me. I still get to go to PR. Ahahah, suckers! Just kidding, but seriously, it's so cool. They get to have two missions basically. It made me realize the Lord wants us to be where we go for a reason.

On Sunday in sacrament, there was a returned missionary telling a story about how the Lord knows where we need to be and when. So, he was in a trio companionship out in Texas - him, his senior comp, and then a kid that got reassigned to Texas 'til he could get his visa to Australia. They end up meeting this guy who was taking every lesson and learning and feeling Espíritu Santo, and then they ask him to be baptized. And he's hesitant or something because he wasn't ready yet or something. He really liked the kid going to Australia; he got his visa issues figured out, and the guy gave him a letter or something, so they bonded, idek. Anyways, the point is that the kid gets sent to Australia, and then the Sr. comp gets sent home, and he gets transferred out of the area. All of a sudden, no one's teaching this guy. He ends up moving to Oklahoma in the middle of nowhere, and then COVID happens. Guess who gets reassigned to Oklahoma? The kid from Australia. He ends up going there, and 6 weeks before he's supposed to go home, he ends up running into the guy and talking. And he ends up baptizing him because he was ready now, and he only wanted him to baptize him. Bang! Isn't that sick?

I'm so excited to go to Puerto Rico! It's funny because only me and Elder Seedall get to keep our original call, and maybe Elder Wiesler (not sure, he's also not positive because Bolivia isn't accepting visas). Anyways, most everyone's being reassigned, which makes me feel absolutely amazing because they're all going to be in the USA, while me and Seedall are Spanish speaking. So, I can catch up to their level and not feel like a scrub anymore. Bahahah!

Anyways, I love you all!!!!! Miss ya lots! MTC is good, excited for the field though! We've learned a lot about love, share, invite this week. I invite you to love this week, that's my goal. Be nicer, love more! Anyways, write me. I love to hear from all of you. It makes my day. Hasta luego!