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So I have a lot that I want to say today; we will see how much I can fit into my half hour of email time. I also will be sending home a letter today with lots of housekeeping stuff. Just so that you are aware. It is way sad that you weren't able to talk to Walker for very long. As I was here on Mother's Day I kept thinking how hard it was going to be for you Mom. I hope that Walker's brief phone call made things a little better. I love you Mom!!!
This week both of my companions got sick. Hermana Taggart was just really dizzy and almost passed out a few times at Dinner and Hermana Kimball just felt like dying and throwing up. But it gave the Elders in my district the chance to give a blessing though. It was so great to be able to watch them. They were all very eager to be able to use their priesthood and give a blessing, but they were also very scared because they had never actually done it before. Because they didn't really know what they were doing they went and got one of the teachers to help them, but the teacher ended up actually doing the sealing, which was kind of sad because they just wanted his supervision not for him to actually do it. But I'm sure they will have plenty of opportunities once they get out to the field.
It's so weird how much time seems to go so fast, yet so slow at the same time. We had a district leave this last Monday, which included our Zone Leaders. It seems like we had known them for a year, when it had only really been four weeks. Crazy. Hermana Taggart had grown quite attached to the district that left so that was almost like a day of mourning for her. It was kind of funny because all of the Elders that left were just happy to be leaving so they couldn't sympathize with her at all.
We had another apostle visit us this week, Elder Anderson. It was pretty good, and he said a lot of things that our district was really struggling with.
So the missionary field just outside the gates of the MTC opened up this last week and I am proud to say that I do not totally suck at all sports. I am not too bad at Softball, as long as I don't have to catch the ball. The first day we played it was pointed out to me at the very end of gym time that I had a right-hand glove instead of left-hand glove. I hadn't noticed because I hadn't thrown or caught the ball at all, but since then I have made a point to get the right glove just in case it becomes neccesary to touch the ball.
I am starting to master the art of mixing and matching clothes. It is absolutely necessary to keep me from going crazy. Without mixing and matching you have a tendency to get really really sick of your clothes, but I have been doing better about mixing it up.
Hey, can you DearElder me Walker's emails. He doesn't send them to me, so I have only received the first one that you sent to me. If you could that would be wonderful! I miss him. He did send me a little snippet today and so that was really great, but it wasn't very informative.
Dad, do you have any cool stories about your mission? I have not really heard many. You should tell me some.
Funny story, so before the district left on Monday one of the elders in it gave me a "gift." It was his beloved jar of Nutella. He found it in the free box and remembered that I had mentioned that I liked it. I thanked him, but really I just thought he was absolutely ridiculous. How in the world was I supposed to use a jar of nuttella? Hermana Kimball suggested that I just waltz into the cafeteria carrying my jar. I told her that that was propostorous and I would definitely look like some sort of creeper. But then just yesterday a toaster shows up on top of the microwave in our residence hall. There seemed to be hope for my nutella after all. So I was able to sneak some bread out of the sack lunch line and I was able to have a glorious nutella breakfast while my companions were reading their novels that they get every p-day. It was glorious.
Good luck with your Engineering Camp Dad! I love you mom!
I love and miss you all!
Hermana Evans!
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