Time is passing way too fast here. According to my amazing
cousins Sister Britney Slade, it will continue to do so. Not sure how I feel
about that. Already I'm dreading the day that I have to take off my missionary
name tag, there will be many tears shed then. Anyways the MTC is great! The
only beef I have besides it being short is the fact that my body has readily
dispensed pounds of food via horrific gas and bowel movement... Don't worry
though I'm not going to die of overpooping. Sister Jeter's brother has saved us
after he sent literally fifteen pounds of fruit snacks to her. We now eat like
Kings! Or toddlers depending on your definitions of the two.
We have just received twenty new missionaries in our zone
this past Wednesday, eight of which are sisters. We may or may not have used
our assignment as Sister Training Leaders as a way to convert them all to
playing soccer at gym time... but hey the white handbook (book with all of the
rules) encourages us to take exercising seriously. And lets be honest.
Volleyball in the sand is fun but not the kind of workout we as sisters in the
MTC need. We play soccer every day of the week that we have gym time, and apparently
I'm pretty good. I dribble the right direction and even score sometimes! If
anybody would like to inform me as to what a hat trick is apparently I'm pretty
good at that too... Either way I think I am working out far more than I did at
home! Granted I was semi comatose for about a month #rollerbladingaccident.
Sister Jeter, Sister Hill and I have decided that this
seasons new "hashtag" is "parce que" which literally means
because in French. You will often hear us say "Parce que Utah" or
"Parce que missionaries," we're pretty creative with our Franglais.
Elder Sorenson in our Zone has an amazing ability at franglais, he will often
approach you and ask something along the lines of "How the ça va are
ya?!" which translates to how are you. French is going very well for me,
being a sister training leader makes it so everyone thinks that you actually
know something, so I am often asked questions about French that I actually have
to go out of my way to learn. So ya, I'm getting loads of practice.
In the way of seeing people, boy do I have a story. For one
thing I saw Micah Putnam in the Cafeteria on Saturday! We didn't get to eat
together parce que I had to PVL (Parler votre langue or speak your language) at
lunch so I had to sit with French speakers, it was great seeing him though!
Also I had just finished showering and was going down the hall to the water
fountain in my residents when I turn the corner and meet a familiar face! Emily
Teuscher is living on the same floor as me! She and I were good friends when I
was taking piano lessons with her mother for I believe 2nd grade to 4th grade.
I could be wrong though. We talked about Normal, Illinois and how our families
were doing. It made me realize how much I miss Illinois! Don't get me wrong I
miss New Jersey but sort of only because my family is there... Illinois is
where my memories are.
Now is the time for my heroic story. *clears throat* Once
upon a time my district and I were asked to clean the temple. My companions and
I were assigned to clean the chandeliers in some of the rooms. Which is a very
painstakingly long process of taking out these crystals one by one, washing
them, and then replacing them. The Provo temple was closed these past two weeks
for maintenance and resurfacing purposes, one of the projects that had been
done was replacing the majority of carpeting in some of the rooms. Our room
just happened to be one of the rooms that had gotten the carpeting replaced.
After taking out all of the crystals in the big chandelier we were marking the
dead light bulbs with, of course, a giant bright red marker in a completely
white room. A sister was marking one of the light bulbs and suddenly the marker
fell out of her hands! It sailed down towards the recently replaced pure white
carpet and almost would have made it. Except somehow I was able to catch the
marker before it hit the floor, I guess all those years of color guard
certainly are helping out. So yes people I'm a hero, there isn't even a mark to
show it! ;D
This past week our district also got to help out with moving
in the senior companions. They are just the cutest people on the campus! Which
may or may not have anything to do with the fact that they get to hold hands
with each other all around campus, I may or may not be jealous of that little
fact (granted who would I hold hands with.) I have learned so much from their
example too. They frequently come up to talk to us about how our studies are
going, and are so warm and inviting I can feel the charity radiating off of
them. It is a beautiful thing. And it makes me realize just how much I want to
grow my charity so I can help others feel how I feel around those wonderful
elders and sisters.
That pretty much is all that I can say has happened this
week, I love you all! For those who have written me I'm writing you back in
letter form. That means you too mother ;D I'll talk to you next week!
Soeur Cummings
At the Provo Temple
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