Well, last week here. I think at this point I have heard "Called to Serve" over 50 times. It is my new LEAST favorite song. They sing it all the time, and I mean I know we've been called to serve and all, but we don't need to sing it every. single. day.
Also they reuse jokes all the time, because people are coming and going, so often, so I've heard them all...multiple times.
The worst is when they talk about elderly missionaries and say, now Elders and Sisters, this is where you should be in 40 years, but then you can choose your own companion. Literally hear that every Sunday and Tuesday.
This week we got 35 new people in our zone, so I helped orient them, and get them settled. Finally got released as zone leader, because I'll leave tomorrow at 3 am, so that's fun.
My 2 companions left this morning, so I am a lone man in the MTC. I just joined another companionship, but I am the only Hmong elder here.
This week in in field orientation I met Sister Doney from the Cromwell Ward, which was cool, because there's like a total of 5 people from New England here, and my dad set 2 of us apart.
Also one of the things we read was a case study from the Boston Massachusetts Mission about using members to help in the work, which is cool because everyone who comes through here reads it.
While we were teaching an investigator this week, we were looking out a window and the trees were shaking back and forth because people were putting lights up in them for Christmas, so that was pretty funny. They haven't turned them on after that night, because I think they want it to be a surprise. Oh well, we won't be here for that.
In gym this week I spiked a ball on this kid that played in high school, but milliseconds after I sent it on the way to the ground, his swing followed through on my hand in the most epic atomic high five ever. It was super loud and hurt pretty bad, my hand was a little swollen, but my pride was cool. I still got the point.
Yesterday for halloween a bunch of elders made homemade costumes and came around the apartment to every door asking for candy, and they actually got quite a bit. I don't know them, but I got a picture, cause they were funny.
Lastly we sang in sacrament meeting, 4 of us are leaving soon, and we don't have many elders in our district, so we didn't want to sing alone. Anyway, it sounded really cool, cause it was 4 parts, and we sang in our mission language.
Until next time-
Elder HWJ CHIM
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