Well, my final week here in the United States is
almost over.
Wake up at 3:30 tomorrow, get ready, eat me some
cereal, and head off to the airport. Good stuff. Hope everything
goes well. I packed and everything fits! And it's underweight! So that
means I'm missing something and my passport will be rejected. I just know it!
Nothing goes smoothly for a Jackson.
Speaking of which, I guess my district was kind of
stuck in the middle of changing curriculums. So my teachers didn't know
what they were doing for the last 3 weeks. But they told us yesterday
that now they have everything and are ready to really begin teaching! And I
asked, what the heck have we been doing then?! So now that I'm leaving to a new
MTC they will finally begin teaching Spanish more. Grrreeaaat.
But yeah! Peru only speaks Spanish, I don't know
much Spanish, but I'm okay! I would rather be hit in the face with the rock of
Spanish now than be hit in the face with the boulder of Spanish in
Ecuador. Bring it on. I've lived a good life.
So home! Thank you guys for writing those
letters. They were a cool surprise.
Dad! You're doing great for being technically
challenged! Your letters give me images of the mountains and such. Sounds
like you're living pretty well. And I just thought last night what a cool
opportunity you have to be in the medical field. Yeah, I know there are
crazy and sick people all over the place but you really help people. You've
blessed their lives! You are kind of an example of the Church to people who don't
know many Mormons. So even though it gets stressful, I think it's pretty
dang awesome. I'm proud of you and you do great at it.
And Mom you sound like you've been working like a
mad woman. What I said about medical field was directed to you too.
It's really awesome. I think that's some of the best ways to show
charity.
Love yo faces.
Blake and Cambria, well you both remind me of bald
buzzards sitting there choking. I'm sorry but that's the mental image
that came to my mind. But rock on!!
So rouging ended early eh?? They got it all done?
They got fired? The immigrant workers took over? Either way, that's life.
Sorry but that's what happens. Even rougers feel lay offs or a
recession. Or egotistical small men who enjoy power over others far too
much.
So! Man, I really don't have much to say. I could
sing you guys some songs? “It's P-Day, P-Day! Gotta do some laundry on P-Day!!
Everybody's lookin forward to some emails, emails!!”
(Look up “Friday”. It's a terrible song. So
terrible everyone sings it here.)
Or!!-- They call me Elder, they call me Saint!!
That's not my name, that's not my name….
No, on second thought that was a terrible idea and
I will promptly delete this. Ah what the heck, no I won't. It makes
me look like I wrote something.
Kind of like this! I'm just saying stuff without
really saying anything just so it looks like I have a lot to say and you keep
on reading because you think I'll be saying something which I'm not. Well
now you're thinking "Great! I've been reading this and wasted 30 seconds
of my life reading something that's not really anything".
Well that's exactly how Facebook works.
Not that I would know. Strangely, I'm not
missing much technical stuff. Weird. I thought I'd need rehab.
Guess not!! (says the missionary whose thumb twitches looking for his iPod). (I
joke)
So let me just state how awesome my pictures are
here. They will be grand when you see them. My best work yet.
Two thumbs up!
Oh! So these last two weeks I did choir with my
companion. I didn't want to at first. I told him that I
sing terrible, and can only sound like a trombone. That's how my
singing life has been, a trombone amongst trumpets. But he got me to
go, and they put me with the basses. I sat down among those missionaries
and said what's up and got ready for this. Well it was amazing!!! It was
like a howler monkey had found another pack of howler monkeys so we could all
howl together. A section of trombones! They had these low voices when
they sang that beat my low so I was just like YEEEAHHH!!! MAN VOICE TIME!!! So
me and my trombone/howler monkeys sang.
So I liked choir. Especially when the idea
of a devotional is exciting in this place. It's the next best
entertainment. And you get good seats.
But not anymore! Because I am leaving!! To Peru!
Tomorrow!! Kiss this land goodbye!! Kiss tapeworms and diarrhea hello!! I'm going
to come back looking like an old man who was accidently dry cleaned. Shriveled,
bald, and leaking all over. Stupendous. But hey it's all-good!! No
se puden sobre nadaaa. Yeah the other missionaries are kind of freaking
out. But they're all from Utah and 15 minutes away from home. So
this has been like going to school for them. Hahahahaha, those poor fools!!!
They've never been away from this valley!!
Wait neither have I.
Wasn't I born with a suit and a nametag?? I can't
remember my old life. Buh. That's what they say. I can't even
quote Nacho Libre anymore. They said we need to forget who we used to
be.
But you try to sit through Spanish classes all day
and not think of ONE Nacho Libre moment.
But I must obey. Yippe ki yay. Well my
time is up and I must go skidaddle!
ADIOS MI FAMILIA!! LE AMO! (or whatever they say...)
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