Hey!
It's not really weird being called "Elder" most of the time.
Most everyone just calls me "Woodmansee" (or the Latins try their best anyway).
The MTC is pretty much just like school. You have to wake up
early and get ready, then you have to go to class til breakfast, then more class
til lunch, then more class til our hour of playtime, and then class til dinner,
and then class til bedtime. The classes consist of mainly 4 different things:
Language, how to actually teach lessons, personal study, and study for
our fake investigadors (who are just teachers here without their name tags). It's
normally a struggle to pay attention LOL until we get our gym hour at three,
where we just play football for an hour. After that I'm normally pretty
awake.
The food is good, I eat everything except for when they have
potatoes, I still can't eat those! But apparently what they have here is
pretty common for what they have in the field. It's like meat, (steak, fish,
chicken) rice and then something else. We don't really get to go outside ever,
it kinda feels like a jail sometimes LOL. So I don't really know what the
weather is like though.
So the only North American Elders here are the ones who all
flew to Bogota together, and 8 sisters flew with us as well. I'm really good
friends with all of the Elders and the 4 sisters that our in my district.
Me and my companion, Elder ___.
Even though I can't speak the language very well I think that
I'm the best of Los Nortes, and I've made a lot of Latino friends as well but
they are all leaving next Tuesday which makes me kinda sad.
I don't really get homesick or anything, because I'm always doing
something. All of the Latinos at the MTC and all but 13
North american sisters will leave on Tuesday, and then we get a new group of
missionaries for 2 weeks. No more North American Elders come until 5 days before I leave. The first day seemed like it took an eternity, but since then it's been
better. I'm getting used to waking up at 6, I guess. Still, lol.
