Well, one more week down at the mtc, and it's been an interesting
one for sure. Just another couple days, and we'll have been here longer
than a majority of missionaries ever will be. The MTC is infamous for
giving missionaries and extra 10 pounds or more during their stay here,
and I can proudly say that if I was only here for 4 weeks I would have
escaped without gaining any weight. but, seeing as how I'm not even half
way through my stay here, we'll have to see if that's still true by the
end of 11 weeks.
It's really hard to decide what to say. Everything is
just kinda blurring together, and I can't remember if things happened in
this last week or if it was a couple weeks ago. I can say that things
are going well though, and I can't believe I've already been gone for
nearly a month. It really seems like I just got here last week. But then
I think that I have to be here for another month and a half and I wish I
was already in Japan. It'll happen soon enough though. if the next few
weeks are anything like the last couple, I'll be in Japan before I know
it's hit me.
We're all starting to show signs of insanity though.
I'm not entirely sure if it's from being in the MTC, or because we were
all crazy before we came here anyway. The other night we had some extra
free time in our rooms after gym, so there were about 8 elders in our
room, and we spent almost an hour singing disney songs and quoting
movies. Elder Metsatati, one of the elders in my district, is from
finland, and quite the artist. He drew me a funny little cartoon
musasabi, which is Japanese for flying squirrel. Our district has pretty
much adopted flying squirrels as our mascot, simply because we find it
hilarious that flying squirrel would be included in a japanese to
english dictionary written specifially for missionaries, and we have yet
to come up with a valid reason that a missionary would need to know how
to say "flying squirrel". I also ended up getting to practice massage a
little bit this week. One of the elders was complaining about his back
being stiff and sore, and asked if I could work it out for him after he
found out that I know a little bit of massage. I guess he was really
happy with the results, because he ended up telling everyone about it,
and I've had a few missionaries ask if they can get one. Hopefully it
stays to just a couple people though, because I don't have time to be
giving out massages all day. Oh! and speaking of crazy missionaries,
Mellisa Nyuyen (sorry, I probably butchered your last name. can you
forgive me?), if you're somewhere out there reading this, I want you to
know that I've gotten several elders in my district to start saying
"Pika" before they sneeze. If any of you guys know Mellissa, could you
make sure to pass that peice of information along just to make sure she
hears about it? thanks!
On the days that we have gym in the afternoon and we
can go to the field, my companion and I usually go play soccer since he
played soccer in highschool The group of missionaries going on spanish
speaking missionaries that we share gym time with got a new batch of
missionaries this last week, and there were about 6 of the new
missionaries that play soccer, so our games of soccer ended up going
from mildly competetive to fairly intense since they're all pretty good a
the game. It's actually been really fun. Considering I haven't played
since I was about 10, I'm actually holding my own fairly well. Then
again, using jujitsu during a game might be a slightly unfair
advantage... but there's no rule against using your hip to bump someone
and steal the ball, right? Right. haha! So yeah. I'm finding small ways
to keep up on my training. What's always really funny is when I'll be
learning japanese, and stumble across a phrase that I can understand
that nobody else does because of a word I learned in jujitsu, like imon,
which is a breastplate. Everyone asks how I know such random words, and
all I can do is just laugh a little bit, and shake my head.
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