Hola familia! Guess what, the MTC is pretty much the sweetest thing I have ever been a part of. Everyone kept telling me it was going to be hard, and I'd probably cry, and love my companion and don't hurt the Elders. They never told me I would LOVE IT! For shame, all of you really. Just kidding. I love you all.
So for the awesome news. I made it to Sunday. My companions are awesome. My companion is Hermana Whitehead. She's from Salt Lake City, wants to be a nurse. And hilarious. Well, actually, the best part about her is that she thinks that I am funny. Which always makes me happy. So we get along great. Also, she's gorgeous. I'm surrounded by beautiful women. Maybe it's the place, but it sure makes me feel good. There are only two other Hermanas in the district/zone (we got lucky to have all four of us together). They are Hermana Orton and Hermana Habel. Hermana Habel is from Montana and reminds me so much of Danica. Fiery red hair and an attitude to boot. Her favorite thing to say is "Como se dice 'you craazy??" Needless to say, we laugh all the time. Hermana Orton is from Provo and she wants to start a bakery. She loves musicals, and now that I think about it kind of reminds me of Dee. Just a bit. I'm surrounded by family. The best part of the four of us? We're literally a walking joke. A blonde, two brunettes, and a redhead. The joke gets better because all of us are constantly walking into walls....or other people. All of which are accidents. Oh well. We laugh a lot and that's all that really matters.
So my first week in the MTC was crazy. Part of which was because I was mildly sick and the other because I'm mildy insane. No big deal. The Sisters at the MTC get to have extra gym time if they desire, meaning there are exercise classes at 6 in the morning before normal times. And of course, all us Hermanas are like, "yeah! that's sounds like so much fun!" except that means getting up at 5:45 in the morning. Oh wait, I haven't been training for this. What? No, I have not been going to bed at midnight+ for the past four years of my life....pshaw.....shoot. Luckily we don't do it everyday. We just go for Yoga (Tuesdays), Pilates (Thursdays) and Kickboxing (Fridays). Guess which one is my favorite? Kickboxing! I love it. Also, my flexibility is next to none and so whenever the teacher is like "okay, let's now go into downward facing dog" I'm all "how 'bout we do downward facing nap?" Something like that. I think it would be a much better yoga class if we just took a little napster.
Sickness. So you know how I'm like one of the most intelligent people in the world? Oh, wait. I'm not. So I had a cold essentially Wednesday through Sunday. Really I just got over it. On Thursday or Friday, I can't remember, I was trying so hard to breathe I decided to take some medicine right before gym so I could breathe during class afterwards. Sounds smart right? Well unfortunately I think I actually took Benedryll. Guess what that does. Ding ding ding! You are correct sir! It makes you sleepy.....shoot. So all during class in the afternoon I literally was fighting to keep my eyes open. You should look at my notes. They look like a mental person wrote them. Once I nearly hit my head on the desk because it got so heavy.
Okay, Elders y Teachers. We have 3 companionships in our district. They are all really cool. I'll talk more about them as I get to know them better. My current favorite is Elder Proctor, from Nephi, Utah. Mostly because he's trying so hard to learn spanish (no background), partly because he tries to speak spanish in Nacho libres voice (he thinks it helps) and partly because in the first four days he gained 13 pounds and has to send all his shirts home because he can't close his collar anymore. We all laughed so hard on that one. I couldn't believe it. Hilarious! But they are all really sweet and are trying so hard. We're all working very hard. We've only been here a week and most of us can already say a prayer in spanish and bear a very simple testimony. Like, two to three sentences. It's great.
We have two teachers. Hermano Harper and Hermano Goodman. Hermano Harper served his mission in Spain and sometimes when he talks I chuckle on the inside. This is why. In Spain, they have a lisp. So instead of saying "Gracias" it sounds like "Grathiaths." Which....is kind of funny. For the most part I'm able to focus and I don't get to distracted. But then he says something like "uno veth math" (one more time) and I almost let a laugh slip. Oh, Hermano Harper. He really is a good teacher though. We'll do some practice teaching and he'll be someone from when he served a mission. And for the most part he doesn't break character at all. He was pretending to be this retired guy once and Hermana Habel asked if we could help him find work. "I'm retired...." "what are you retired from?" "...nothing...." so funny, and he just had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing. I laughed right out loud. I'm not as good at holding it in unless I'm afraid I'm going to offend someone. Then I ask to use the bathroom or something and laugh in private.
Hermano Goodman is great too. He served Spanish speaking in Tennessee. I know, there are A LOT of people in Tennessee speaking spanish right? New to me too. But he really wants to teach us and help us out. he's been home five months and is new to teaching at the MTC. He always has great stories to tell and all of his investigators were "the bomb" that's what he says a lot. They were the bomb. He was the bomb. You guys are the bomb. And, when he's joking around with us he'll do the " hahahahaha....serious face" and walk away. It's so hard to not have a good time while we're here. I'm just absolutely loving every day.
And I promise I'm having spiritual experiences too and learning more how to teach. That was the thing I was worried about the most. And I'll tell you more next week, I've just been making so many mistakes this week that I wanted to tell you about! Oh my gosh! Like how much Heavenly Father loves me because he sent me an awkward Elder. He's not even in my zone but I got to meet him. It was at gym, and we were playing volleyball. And he's one of those tall, gangly guys, who hunches their shoulders to be shorter. Absolutely no talent playing volleyball but he wanted to play. everytime the ball came to him he would squeeze up his face into a grimace, close his eyes and hope he would hit it. It was so great. Heavenly Father loves me so much. And at one point we were out together so I asked what his name was and he was like "Bryan" "...really? Elder Bryan?" then he got all embarrassed. Looking back I can see that really I was being super rude. What if his name really was Elder Bryan and I totally just mocked his name! I'm so rude. I'm working on it though. I don't even remember what his real last name is. Farnsworth or something. But he's my awkward Elder and every time I see him I smile on the inside. Sometimes on the outside.
Okay, I'm running out of time. But know that I am having the time of my life and I'm loving the MTC. My companions are great. My zone is great. and I have never been so excited to push myself out of my comfort zone (I have to actually talk to people I don't know. And try to sincerely get to know them on the first meeting. Hermana Whitehead doesn't like to do it either so that will be a great weakness we'll both have to over come). Love you guys!
Love you!
Hermana Reed
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