I get lots of requests for things people want to be on my blog—this is my attempt to appease the masses. It’s a typical day here in the MTC. Anytime and activity is not specifically specified, you can assume the time is spent studying. I chose Saturday, because it is generally the most entertaining.
6:30 am—Gym Time. I run everyday. Love it!
7:30 am—Walking home from gym I see a group of sad looking Elders. In an attempt to cheer them up, I turn back to say some (witty, I’m sure) comment. I, however, don’t stop walking and SMACK! run right into a huge metal pole. It was so loud and my head hurt real bad. Needless to say, I’m sure running head on into the pole cheered up the Elders more than whatever it was I had intended to say.
8:15 am—Breakfast. Best meal of the day, because it is dependable. Always boiled eggs. I also cut up an apple and force my sugar-consuming Elders to eat something, anything, with redeemable nutritional value. I have been dubbed “mother” of the district.
10:07am—I put on Original brand Chapstick, and miss my dad terribly. He is, I’m sure, enjoying not having one of his chapsticks disappear daily. Mostly, I just realize that my Chapstick reminds me of my dad so much because that is what he smells like. Go out and buy and Original brand tube of Chapstick and try to tell me I’m not right.
12:15 pm—I’m hungry…and so is everyone else, so before lunch is always an interesting time. Elder B and I have similar senses of humor, so just before lunch usually turns into a battle of wits, ending with Brother Jaffa making Elder B and I exchange compliments which are still secretly biting in some way.
1:00pm—Lunch. We talk only in Norwegian. Whether it is really Norwegian or some newly invented language that we created, I’m not sure. But we do communicate in something that isn’t English. (As a side note I have got to add how amazing it is to see how fast we can learn, especially given the circumstances. Our language teachers are not specially trained instructors, but return missionaries. We hardly use computers and only have about 2 hours to study the language every day. We spend part of that time attempting to read the Book of Mormon in Norwegian, only I feel like I’m learning this language so fast. And not just me, but all of us. There is something amazing going on here.)
2:47pm—Without thinking about it, I make a monocle out of the plastic bottle cap I’ve been playing with. Brother J is teaching, and turns from writing on the board…and he doesn’t even notice for about 2 minutes what I’ve done. There are only 4 of us in class, so I’m assuming it is because he is used to our craziness by now. But once he does realize he can’t stop laughing. Elder B, jealous of my eyewear, wants to try, so he ends up wearing it for the rest of class. We both agree that it is strangely comfortable.
3:21pm—Sister R’s desk falls over, with her in it. We take ten minutes to recover.
6:00pm—Dinner. I’ve developed a crush on all the new Japanese missionaries. They don’t speak English, and all my dad taught me was Konnichiwa—but it is enough to get a round of smiles and laughter as I try to act out my next conversational question.
8:30pm—Game night! I guess that is what happens when an education major is in your district. I spend all week thinking about how we can use games to expand our vocabulary. This week we are playing reverse Apples to Apples, in an attempt to master Norwegian adjectives and have an amazing Saturday night.
10:30pm—I jump into my perfectly made bed. The secret to a good night’s sleep is a well-made bed—and I’m the master. Goodnight!
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