Dear All,
It is abundantly evident to me that I am an absolutely horrible letter writer, because last week’s letter is sitting on my shelf, addressed and stamped, but has not yet been sent.
I would once again emphasize that Dearelder is the best service to contact me, and that I welcome letters from everyone, and would be pleased if you could inform friends and family as to its existence.
All three strains of flu (A, B, Swine) are present on campus. In fact, I just had a roommate come back from quarantine. I myself have been ill a few times, (stomach flu, a cold and a cough,) but have not been judged ill enough to be quarantined.
Because of the vindictiveness of the flu this year, all physical contact has been prohibited for the season. No hugging, shaking hands, or even a friendly pat on the back. The result is that we often end up waving our hands vaguely in the air in a combination of a wave and a handshake.
My two teachers, Hno. Palmer and Hno. Millet, both have been working very hard on getting us to HIS (Habla su idioma; Speak your language.) We are trying hard, but while I have a decent vocabulary, I am having difficulty keeping my conjugations straight. The preterit and imperfect I find particularly challenging…not to their contents, but rather as to which is which. I have a yellow cheat sheet, which Hermana loathes, but which I find useful to remind me which irregulars conjugate irregularly in which cases, and in which cases. I would love to spend more time with the computer program they have for us (called TALL) but the labs tend to be full and noisy. Hermana needs quiet to study, and does not like TALL anyway.
Fast Sunday was excellent. All of the speakers were inspiring and fun to listen to. Choir, however, was cancelled, to my disappointment.
Today I go to the temple. The temple here is quite different from the Columbia River Temple, being much plainer in architecture and decoration, and lacking windows in the rooms. The Spirit is, or course, the same.
I cannot begin to tell you how much I miss having animals around. The thought is constantly in the back of my mind that I would love to have a cold nose in my lap or have someone look at me with a “What ARE you doing” sort of look.
While I have limited my drawing P-day and Sunday, doodles frequently escape. Pumpkins are particularly prominent this week. Please enlighten me as to what Halloween festivities were engaged in this year. What did ustedes wear? What did you eat? Etc. Many elders switched nametags for the occasion, and proceeded to act like their companion, inducing much amusement.
The other day in gym, I was talking to Elder Nielson, (who is the other person who frequents choir) about what TV shows we watched as children. After covering the young shows, we moved to other shows. This led to me confessing my love of Sailor Moon. Expecting him to either rebuff or ignore this, I took me almost 20 seconds to realize what he had actually said:” Yeah. Sailor Saturn was my favorite.” I was so flabbergasted it took me 10 more seconds to respond coherently. He then told me that I must never speak of it in the MTC, which I promptly agreed to.
On a side note one of the speakers on Fast Sunday said this of Isaiah: “I understand about half. The rest I just love.” I hope I can have that kind of faith and hope.
Please do:
All my love,
Hermana Maren M. Jones
Alma 60:6. Not really.
It is abundantly evident to me that I am an absolutely horrible letter writer, because last week’s letter is sitting on my shelf, addressed and stamped, but has not yet been sent.
I would once again emphasize that Dearelder is the best service to contact me, and that I welcome letters from everyone, and would be pleased if you could inform friends and family as to its existence.
All three strains of flu (A, B, Swine) are present on campus. In fact, I just had a roommate come back from quarantine. I myself have been ill a few times, (stomach flu, a cold and a cough,) but have not been judged ill enough to be quarantined.
Because of the vindictiveness of the flu this year, all physical contact has been prohibited for the season. No hugging, shaking hands, or even a friendly pat on the back. The result is that we often end up waving our hands vaguely in the air in a combination of a wave and a handshake.
My two teachers, Hno. Palmer and Hno. Millet, both have been working very hard on getting us to HIS (Habla su idioma; Speak your language.) We are trying hard, but while I have a decent vocabulary, I am having difficulty keeping my conjugations straight. The preterit and imperfect I find particularly challenging…not to their contents, but rather as to which is which. I have a yellow cheat sheet, which Hermana loathes, but which I find useful to remind me which irregulars conjugate irregularly in which cases, and in which cases. I would love to spend more time with the computer program they have for us (called TALL) but the labs tend to be full and noisy. Hermana needs quiet to study, and does not like TALL anyway.
Fast Sunday was excellent. All of the speakers were inspiring and fun to listen to. Choir, however, was cancelled, to my disappointment.
Today I go to the temple. The temple here is quite different from the Columbia River Temple, being much plainer in architecture and decoration, and lacking windows in the rooms. The Spirit is, or course, the same.
I cannot begin to tell you how much I miss having animals around. The thought is constantly in the back of my mind that I would love to have a cold nose in my lap or have someone look at me with a “What ARE you doing” sort of look.
While I have limited my drawing P-day and Sunday, doodles frequently escape. Pumpkins are particularly prominent this week. Please enlighten me as to what Halloween festivities were engaged in this year. What did ustedes wear? What did you eat? Etc. Many elders switched nametags for the occasion, and proceeded to act like their companion, inducing much amusement.
The other day in gym, I was talking to Elder Nielson, (who is the other person who frequents choir) about what TV shows we watched as children. After covering the young shows, we moved to other shows. This led to me confessing my love of Sailor Moon. Expecting him to either rebuff or ignore this, I took me almost 20 seconds to realize what he had actually said:” Yeah. Sailor Saturn was my favorite.” I was so flabbergasted it took me 10 more seconds to respond coherently. He then told me that I must never speak of it in the MTC, which I promptly agreed to.
On a side note one of the speakers on Fast Sunday said this of Isaiah: “I understand about half. The rest I just love.” I hope I can have that kind of faith and hope.
Please do:
- Tell Myr to put my lava lamp back. Again
- Post this & all other correspondence to the blog.
- Ask Myr to post this on BMoG, as well as all other correspondence.
All my love,
Hermana Maren M. Jones
Alma 60:6. Not really.
