My address here in Langenhorn is:
Sister Lesa Young
Kirche Jesu Christi
Gehlengraben 9a
22415 Hamburg
Germany
1.10.2012
Yo.
This week has been the craziest thing ever. But first let me tell you the most important things.
Firstly, I stopped shaving. Like, my body is a forest. That's how bad it is. But you know what? IT KEEPS ME WARM. So I'm not shaving till Spring.
Also the heater in our bathroom also happens to be a towel rack. I LOVE GERMANY.
Mmk. Eating here is so whack. I already told you they feed us till we sweat the food out of our pores, but did I mention that they never drink anything?? They'll pour you a giant glass of CARBONATED WATER (the most DISGUSTING drink EVER) and then nobody touches it until everyone is done eating. So then I have to chug this nasty crap and it hurts my throat. So lately I've been asking for stille wasser (normal water) and they look at me like I'm crazy. But I don't care!!! I do what I WANT. And then they always offer tea, so I'm learning to like it.
The weather is rain rain rain. That is all. I think I've seen the sun twice. Also I bought my first pair of boots ever and they are fabulous. Why have I not done this before???
So. The language. I'm sure you'd all like to know that I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP THIS LANGUAGE IS SO FLIPPIN RIDICULOUS and I can't understand a single word. That's a lie. I understand "Nein!" and also "Ja!", and that is not helpful for me. Pooooooooooooooo.
BUT. We (my companion and I) have big big plans. 4 baptismal dates at the end of our time together (12 weeks/2 transfers). Currently we have 3 progressing investigators (one already with a baptismal date) and 4 new ones, so I am not worried. We pray and pray that these people pull through. All of them are super dooper awesome.
Which reminds me!! I have 2 miracle stories for the week.
Miracle #1 - So Sister Martinz and I went out in the boonies of our area to try to find this person that's apparently in our ward because they're on the member list but nobody has any idea who they are. So we go to their apartment building and try to ring her but she's not answering. But we can't go all the way there for nothing! So Sister Martiz presses a random button and this lady answered and let us up!!!!! Do you understand how incredibly rare that is???!? It was crazy. So we met Dea from Sri Lanka. She's awesome, but she doesn't want lessons until God gives her a sign haha. I'm not worried though. IT WILL HAPPEN.
Miracle #2 - We were expecting some people for church who ACTUALLY CAME. Ryssat (from Poland) said that his experience at church made him want to really change his life so he's finally going to meet with us on a regular basis. He brought a friend of his that we met once named Erika. She's from Russia and doesn't speak very good German, so she was really unsure about coming because she wouldn't be able to understand. But lo and behold, one of the nicest ladies in the ward just happens to speak Russian and she translated the whole sacrament meeting for her. Erika started crying because she was so happy. AND THAT'S NOT EVEN THE BIGGEST MIRACLE!! We stopped a lady on the street the other day and gave her a card with the address to our church on it. I kept telling my companion that she was going to come and of course she did. SHE CAME TO CHURCH. AND SHE LOVED IT. Aaaaaaaah. It's days like that that really help you when you're feeling poopy.
Random thought: did I tell you that my companion is a midwife? Because she is!! One more reason everything is freaking awesome.
BUT. Don't let my jolly words fool you into thinking missions are the greatest thing ever. I'm sure they are in hindsight, but they sure are hard. I feel like I'm being tested in ways that were not even possible. And I'm not even a transer into my mission! Yikes.
Well my lovlies. Your scripture for the week is Psalms 36:7 and your piece of advice is: if you go on splits with the missionaries, PLEASE DON'T SAY ANYTHING STUPID OR CONFUSING. K thanks.
Lurve.
Sister Young
This week has been the craziest thing ever. But first let me tell you the most important things.
Firstly, I stopped shaving. Like, my body is a forest. That's how bad it is. But you know what? IT KEEPS ME WARM. So I'm not shaving till Spring.
Also the heater in our bathroom also happens to be a towel rack. I LOVE GERMANY.
Mmk. Eating here is so whack. I already told you they feed us till we sweat the food out of our pores, but did I mention that they never drink anything?? They'll pour you a giant glass of CARBONATED WATER (the most DISGUSTING drink EVER) and then nobody touches it until everyone is done eating. So then I have to chug this nasty crap and it hurts my throat. So lately I've been asking for stille wasser (normal water) and they look at me like I'm crazy. But I don't care!!! I do what I WANT. And then they always offer tea, so I'm learning to like it.
The weather is rain rain rain. That is all. I think I've seen the sun twice. Also I bought my first pair of boots ever and they are fabulous. Why have I not done this before???
So. The language. I'm sure you'd all like to know that I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP THIS LANGUAGE IS SO FLIPPIN RIDICULOUS and I can't understand a single word. That's a lie. I understand "Nein!" and also "Ja!", and that is not helpful for me. Pooooooooooooooo.
BUT. We (my companion and I) have big big plans. 4 baptismal dates at the end of our time together (12 weeks/2 transfers). Currently we have 3 progressing investigators (one already with a baptismal date) and 4 new ones, so I am not worried. We pray and pray that these people pull through. All of them are super dooper awesome.
Which reminds me!! I have 2 miracle stories for the week.
Miracle #1 - So Sister Martinz and I went out in the boonies of our area to try to find this person that's apparently in our ward because they're on the member list but nobody has any idea who they are. So we go to their apartment building and try to ring her but she's not answering. But we can't go all the way there for nothing! So Sister Martiz presses a random button and this lady answered and let us up!!!!! Do you understand how incredibly rare that is???!? It was crazy. So we met Dea from Sri Lanka. She's awesome, but she doesn't want lessons until God gives her a sign haha. I'm not worried though. IT WILL HAPPEN.
Miracle #2 - We were expecting some people for church who ACTUALLY CAME. Ryssat (from Poland) said that his experience at church made him want to really change his life so he's finally going to meet with us on a regular basis. He brought a friend of his that we met once named Erika. She's from Russia and doesn't speak very good German, so she was really unsure about coming because she wouldn't be able to understand. But lo and behold, one of the nicest ladies in the ward just happens to speak Russian and she translated the whole sacrament meeting for her. Erika started crying because she was so happy. AND THAT'S NOT EVEN THE BIGGEST MIRACLE!! We stopped a lady on the street the other day and gave her a card with the address to our church on it. I kept telling my companion that she was going to come and of course she did. SHE CAME TO CHURCH. AND SHE LOVED IT. Aaaaaaaah. It's days like that that really help you when you're feeling poopy.
Random thought: did I tell you that my companion is a midwife? Because she is!! One more reason everything is freaking awesome.
BUT. Don't let my jolly words fool you into thinking missions are the greatest thing ever. I'm sure they are in hindsight, but they sure are hard. I feel like I'm being tested in ways that were not even possible. And I'm not even a transer into my mission! Yikes.
Well my lovlies. Your scripture for the week is Psalms 36:7 and your piece of advice is: if you go on splits with the missionaries, PLEASE DON'T SAY ANYTHING STUPID OR CONFUSING. K thanks.
Lurve.
Sister Young
1.02.2012
January 2, 2012
I'm alive!!!! Can you believe it? Me either. Also this keyboard I'm using is ridiculous. Hopefully I get faster at this.
SO! Big news. Biiiiiiig news.
First of all I should say that my first real day of the mission here was awesome. The Mission President took us to a place that everyone in the mission calls "Mauer Platz", or "wall place." The Berlin wall used to stand there. So we read from the dedicatory prayer that Thomas S. Monson gave like 40 or 50 years ago that said that the land of East Germany will be open to the gospel once more. Then he let us go to our own private place on the other side of where the wall was (in former East Germany) and say our own prayer to dedicate ourselves to the missions. Then I had to take a picture of me with my awesome missionary nametag as kind of a SUCK IT message to the former East Germany. WE WON. Ha.
After that we were swept away to meet all the trainers and get assigned to our new areas. And...I'm...in...HAMBURG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dream come true. Seriously. This is the best place ever, mostly because they speak High German and that's the only German I can (barely) understand. Ha. It's a miracle.
So technically I'm in a place called Langenhorn, which is north Hamburg. There used to be a concentration camp here. Why am I not surprised....??? Anyway, it's AWESOME here because we actually have a ward (our congregation has about 80 people) and we always have appointments so I don't spend a lot of time walking around trying to find people to teach. I also speak French all the time!!!!! Aaaaaaaah. We have an investigator with a baptismal date right now and we're hoping to have several more by the end of the month. Wiiiiiin. Also the members are so awesome. SO AWESOME and I love them and I feel like we're already family.
My trainer's name is Sister Martinz and she's AMAZING. God must really love me because I totally got the whole package. She's from Austria which means my German should be perfect soon, since she's always making me speak German. Ha. She's hilarious and we get along soooo well. Everyone here loves her so I'm excited to work here and with her. Yay.
One thing Sister Martinz is really good at is making me talk to people. Oooooh it is so painful, but I do it. In the end it always turns out to be a hilarious experience. In our mission, we've been challenged to make one new appointment every single day with one new person. We're pretty much rockstars at it, considering Sister Martinz's fullproof plan - if we haven't been able to find anyone and the clock is ticking, find the nearest black person because they never mind meeting with us. Hahahahaha! Contacting (or talking to people on the street) is hilarious. You meet the funniest and weirdest people ever. And the best. Most people throw their hands up in the air and shout "Kein interrest!" But at the end of the day you realize that Mormons really are a bunch of weirdies that are trying to convert everyone to their church, so people's reactions to you are normal. I would probably do the same thing.
Let me tell you a little bit how it works. We'll be walking down the street and see someone turing a corner and walking towards us. Prime opportunity. Then they get close enough to you to realize who you are and they start panicking. You can see it in their eyes, they want to run away! But the only options are to jump in the bushes to their left or run into a car on their right. So they put their heads down and avoid eye contact at all costs. BUT the GREAT thing about Germans is that if you say "Entshuldigung!" they feel obligated to stop and see how they can help you. Germans are very helpful. So they're trapped. They get close enough to hear "Entschuldigung! Wir sind von die Kirche Jesu Christi und wir sprechen mit die Menschen über Gott!" and they have to stop, listen for a second, then proceed to throw their hands up in the air. Aaaaaah it's hilarious to watch the whole thought process happening.
Eating here is the most EXHAUSTING thing EVER. SO MUCH FOOD. And all of it is the heaviest food you could ever possibly put into your body. I can't even move after. So. I love all of you for all the wonderful packages you gave me at Christmas with delicious treats, but DON'T EVER SEND ME FOOD EVER AGAIN. EVER. I AM DYING FROM OVEREATING. Please and thank you.
What you MAY send me if you so desire is warm clothes. It's freezing here, especially when you wear a skirt!!!! I wear 3 pairs of tights everyday and I'm STILL cold. Yikes. But no snow yet, thank goodness.
People. I have so so so many letters to write and not enough time, so you may not get any letters for awhile. But there's hope!! Our Mission President allows us 2 HOURS to write emails and says we can write friends and family! So please, drop a note. I'd love to hear from you, and I can respond faster this way.
I love you all.
Sister Young
I'm alive!!!! Can you believe it? Me either. Also this keyboard I'm using is ridiculous. Hopefully I get faster at this.
SO! Big news. Biiiiiiig news.
First of all I should say that my first real day of the mission here was awesome. The Mission President took us to a place that everyone in the mission calls "Mauer Platz", or "wall place." The Berlin wall used to stand there. So we read from the dedicatory prayer that Thomas S. Monson gave like 40 or 50 years ago that said that the land of East Germany will be open to the gospel once more. Then he let us go to our own private place on the other side of where the wall was (in former East Germany) and say our own prayer to dedicate ourselves to the missions. Then I had to take a picture of me with my awesome missionary nametag as kind of a SUCK IT message to the former East Germany. WE WON. Ha.
After that we were swept away to meet all the trainers and get assigned to our new areas. And...I'm...in...HAMBURG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dream come true. Seriously. This is the best place ever, mostly because they speak High German and that's the only German I can (barely) understand. Ha. It's a miracle.
So technically I'm in a place called Langenhorn, which is north Hamburg. There used to be a concentration camp here. Why am I not surprised....??? Anyway, it's AWESOME here because we actually have a ward (our congregation has about 80 people) and we always have appointments so I don't spend a lot of time walking around trying to find people to teach. I also speak French all the time!!!!! Aaaaaaaah. We have an investigator with a baptismal date right now and we're hoping to have several more by the end of the month. Wiiiiiin. Also the members are so awesome. SO AWESOME and I love them and I feel like we're already family.
My trainer's name is Sister Martinz and she's AMAZING. God must really love me because I totally got the whole package. She's from Austria which means my German should be perfect soon, since she's always making me speak German. Ha. She's hilarious and we get along soooo well. Everyone here loves her so I'm excited to work here and with her. Yay.
One thing Sister Martinz is really good at is making me talk to people. Oooooh it is so painful, but I do it. In the end it always turns out to be a hilarious experience. In our mission, we've been challenged to make one new appointment every single day with one new person. We're pretty much rockstars at it, considering Sister Martinz's fullproof plan - if we haven't been able to find anyone and the clock is ticking, find the nearest black person because they never mind meeting with us. Hahahahaha! Contacting (or talking to people on the street) is hilarious. You meet the funniest and weirdest people ever. And the best. Most people throw their hands up in the air and shout "Kein interrest!" But at the end of the day you realize that Mormons really are a bunch of weirdies that are trying to convert everyone to their church, so people's reactions to you are normal. I would probably do the same thing.
Let me tell you a little bit how it works. We'll be walking down the street and see someone turing a corner and walking towards us. Prime opportunity. Then they get close enough to you to realize who you are and they start panicking. You can see it in their eyes, they want to run away! But the only options are to jump in the bushes to their left or run into a car on their right. So they put their heads down and avoid eye contact at all costs. BUT the GREAT thing about Germans is that if you say "Entshuldigung!" they feel obligated to stop and see how they can help you. Germans are very helpful. So they're trapped. They get close enough to hear "Entschuldigung! Wir sind von die Kirche Jesu Christi und wir sprechen mit die Menschen über Gott!" and they have to stop, listen for a second, then proceed to throw their hands up in the air. Aaaaaah it's hilarious to watch the whole thought process happening.
Eating here is the most EXHAUSTING thing EVER. SO MUCH FOOD. And all of it is the heaviest food you could ever possibly put into your body. I can't even move after. So. I love all of you for all the wonderful packages you gave me at Christmas with delicious treats, but DON'T EVER SEND ME FOOD EVER AGAIN. EVER. I AM DYING FROM OVEREATING. Please and thank you.
What you MAY send me if you so desire is warm clothes. It's freezing here, especially when you wear a skirt!!!! I wear 3 pairs of tights everyday and I'm STILL cold. Yikes. But no snow yet, thank goodness.
People. I have so so so many letters to write and not enough time, so you may not get any letters for awhile. But there's hope!! Our Mission President allows us 2 HOURS to write emails and says we can write friends and family! So please, drop a note. I'd love to hear from you, and I can respond faster this way.
I love you all.
Sister Young
12.31.2011
Yo. Dec 28, 2011
I'm in Deutschland now!!!!!!!!!! And guess what. It's cold here. Ha.
So here's a play by play of my travels:
We flew to Minnesota and then to Amsterdam and then to Berlin. In case you were wondering, having a cold and being in an airplane is like the WORST experience ever. I still can't hear because my ears are all messed up. But the flights weren't so bad and I'm glad to be done with that.
We were greeted by our Mission President and his wife at the airport. I decided I really like being greeted in English, particularly when I don't speak the language of the country. They took us to a church building, had us pack a small bag for a couple days, and we left our luggage there. Then we went to the mission office and did some paperwork. Did you know I'm a licensed minister now? I can marry people! So if you want to get married, come to Germany and I will do it.
Anyway, we chilled there for awhile then we went to our hotel and ate dinner. Eating German food is exhausting. You're expected to eat SO MUCH FOOD and I can't do it. I'm going to die here. Then we went to bed at 7pm. You better believe it.
So we're doing things a little differently because we're waiting on some missionaries coming from the MTC in England (they're native German speakers from Austria and Switzerland) so we're chilling with the Mission President today and we won't go to our areas until tomorrow. Pray that I get a native German or Austrian or Swiss trainer!!!
Alright, I'll email again on Monday. I love you. I pray for all of you. And I hope your Christmas was amazing!!!
Ich liebe y'all.
Love,
Sister Young
I'm in Deutschland now!!!!!!!!!! And guess what. It's cold here. Ha.
So here's a play by play of my travels:
We flew to Minnesota and then to Amsterdam and then to Berlin. In case you were wondering, having a cold and being in an airplane is like the WORST experience ever. I still can't hear because my ears are all messed up. But the flights weren't so bad and I'm glad to be done with that.
We were greeted by our Mission President and his wife at the airport. I decided I really like being greeted in English, particularly when I don't speak the language of the country. They took us to a church building, had us pack a small bag for a couple days, and we left our luggage there. Then we went to the mission office and did some paperwork. Did you know I'm a licensed minister now? I can marry people! So if you want to get married, come to Germany and I will do it.
Anyway, we chilled there for awhile then we went to our hotel and ate dinner. Eating German food is exhausting. You're expected to eat SO MUCH FOOD and I can't do it. I'm going to die here. Then we went to bed at 7pm. You better believe it.
So we're doing things a little differently because we're waiting on some missionaries coming from the MTC in England (they're native German speakers from Austria and Switzerland) so we're chilling with the Mission President today and we won't go to our areas until tomorrow. Pray that I get a native German or Austrian or Swiss trainer!!!
Alright, I'll email again on Monday. I love you. I pray for all of you. And I hope your Christmas was amazing!!!
Ich liebe y'all.
Love,
Sister Young
12.20.2011
December 19, 2011
Listen people. I leave in a WEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! Oh my heavens I am so READY to leave. I've been here for ages.
Feminist story of the week: Every Tuesday we have a devotional here where prominent church leaders come to talk. They usually bring their wife, who speaks for about 10 minutes, and then the dude will talk for like 45 minutes. Sometimes it totally sucks because the wife is waaaaaay better than her husband. Anyway, so I was complaining about this to my district and I told them I was going to pray for a woman to come who would talk longer than her husband. You better believe God answered my prayers because the very next week Elaine Dalton came and gave the most incredible devotional EVER and her husband who preceded her only talked for 10 minutes. God loves me.
I totally forgot to mentiont this before, but my wonderful companion's mother sent me a lanyard a little while ago that I put my key and stuff on. It reads "BREASTFEEDING TOUCHES EVERYONE." It's the greatest gift I've ever received.
Also I aruged with an Elder in my district about slavery. Why would that even be a discussion, you ask? Because this particular Elder doesn't believe it's wrong. Don't ask me how we got on the subject, I don't even know. But I can promise you that I spoke my peace and now I try to avoid him at all costs. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO IGNORANT?! a;sdlkfja;lsdkjg;lakjdfgl;jkasdklfj
I will tell you all a bad secret. It's called: I can't stop dreaming about watching my favorite movies. I've had several dreams where I'm in the middle of "Hook" or I'm just watching the movie "Ever After." It's insane. That's all I'm going to do when I get back. Also can everyone commit right now to watching "Midnight in Paris" this week? Do it for me. I miss that movie so much.
This week I have to say goodbye to everyone and a part of me is going to die inside. But I am so FREAKING excited for Germany!!!! I hope you all still write me, even though it's a little more expensive. Also please pray that I get a native-German speaking companion when I get out there. Please.
Well, I'm sorry this is so short. I'm really tired and I'm sick today. But I love you all and just remember - the next time you hear from me I'll be in DEUTSCHLAND!!!!
Love,
Sister Young
Listen people. I leave in a WEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! Oh my heavens I am so READY to leave. I've been here for ages.
Feminist story of the week: Every Tuesday we have a devotional here where prominent church leaders come to talk. They usually bring their wife, who speaks for about 10 minutes, and then the dude will talk for like 45 minutes. Sometimes it totally sucks because the wife is waaaaaay better than her husband. Anyway, so I was complaining about this to my district and I told them I was going to pray for a woman to come who would talk longer than her husband. You better believe God answered my prayers because the very next week Elaine Dalton came and gave the most incredible devotional EVER and her husband who preceded her only talked for 10 minutes. God loves me.
I totally forgot to mentiont this before, but my wonderful companion's mother sent me a lanyard a little while ago that I put my key and stuff on. It reads "BREASTFEEDING TOUCHES EVERYONE." It's the greatest gift I've ever received.
Also I aruged with an Elder in my district about slavery. Why would that even be a discussion, you ask? Because this particular Elder doesn't believe it's wrong. Don't ask me how we got on the subject, I don't even know. But I can promise you that I spoke my peace and now I try to avoid him at all costs. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO IGNORANT?! a;sdlkfja;lsdkjg;lakjdfgl;jkasdklfj
I will tell you all a bad secret. It's called: I can't stop dreaming about watching my favorite movies. I've had several dreams where I'm in the middle of "Hook" or I'm just watching the movie "Ever After." It's insane. That's all I'm going to do when I get back. Also can everyone commit right now to watching "Midnight in Paris" this week? Do it for me. I miss that movie so much.
This week I have to say goodbye to everyone and a part of me is going to die inside. But I am so FREAKING excited for Germany!!!! I hope you all still write me, even though it's a little more expensive. Also please pray that I get a native-German speaking companion when I get out there. Please.
Well, I'm sorry this is so short. I'm really tired and I'm sick today. But I love you all and just remember - the next time you hear from me I'll be in DEUTSCHLAND!!!!
Love,
Sister Young
12.13.2011
What is up my peoples?!?!?!
I know, I miss you too. Also I have many things to tell you. Because I know you absolutely love lists, here's one for you:
CRAZIEST WEEK EVER
1. There is a missionary here named "Elder Fickin." It means the f-word in German. You have no idea how hilarious that is for us Deutschers. Oh how I wish he was coming to Germany!
2. Can I just tell you how amazing all my friends are? Because they're the best. Friends in the real world, friends here in the MTC...I am SO freaking blessed.
3. There is an Elder here who will NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE. Help?!?!?
4. I had this interview with this really sexist old man and it went something like this -
Old man: Why aren't you married? You're pretty enough.
Me: Oh I don't know, maybe it has something to do with the fact that LOOKS AREN'T THE ONLY THING THAT FACTOR INTO MARRIAGE/ I DON'T TO BE MARRIED/ I AM ON A MISSION WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THIS?!?!?!?!
Later....
Old man: Well obviously your feministic views are prohibiting you from having a normal relationship with men.
*pause*
Old man: How do you feel right now?
Me: Well, I feel that you have no idea who I am and therefore are making judgements against me that are unfounded. You have preconceived notions of who I am because I'm a "feminist" and that's driving your perception of me.
Old man: That's probably true.
You might think I'm kidding, but I'm not. That's really how it went down. And I really did say those things back to him, but that shouldn't really suprise you.
5. So the music lady here found me and made me promise to come back into auditions and sing "O, Holy Night." Can you believe it?!?!? After my traffic accident of performance last time, she's insisting that I sing for Christmas. Ridiculous. But yes, I'm doing it. No idea why.
*pause*
Old man: How do you feel right now?
Me: Well, I feel that you have no idea who I am and therefore are making judgements against me that are unfounded. You have preconceived notions of who I am because I'm a "feminist" and that's driving your perception of me.
Old man: That's probably true.
You might think I'm kidding, but I'm not. That's really how it went down. And I really did say those things back to him, but that shouldn't really suprise you.
5. So the music lady here found me and made me promise to come back into auditions and sing "O, Holy Night." Can you believe it?!?!? After my traffic accident of performance last time, she's insisting that I sing for Christmas. Ridiculous. But yes, I'm doing it. No idea why.
6. Ok. So we have something called the TRC and I'm pretty sure I already told you about this. Anyway, so one of the volunteers who comes in is a student at BYU and she's from Germany. We have had her EVERY SINGLE WEEK (which is unusual because we usually switch up the people we teach every week). Oh, and did I mention that she's not a mormon in real life? Way to add the pressure. Anyway, so we've actually grown pretty close to her these past few months and this week she made us earrings! How cool is that??! Also she wrote on her comment card that she'd like to start coming to church and read the Book of Mormon. Aaaaaaah. I'm going to miss her so much :(
7. Did you people know that 1 in 5 old mormon men served in Germany? I swear it's true.
8. Teaching here is one of the most frustrating and rewarding things I have ever done. Most days we can't speak German the way we want and our investigator is not understanding and it's a big mess. But every once in a while you'll have an AMAZING lesson where your German still wasn't perfect but the Spirit is totally there and your investigator is opening up and telling you everything you wanted to hear and more and it's just awesome. Just so you know.
Well my peeps, the church is true. I love you a whole lot.
ALSO! I know you all want to send me Christmas packages of love, but you should know that they need to get to me BEFORE Dec. 23rd. K thanks.
I love you!
Sister Young
12.07.2011
December 5, 2011
I am down to 3 WEEKS!!!!!!! DREI WOCHES!!!!!!!!!!! Praise the Lord.
So. New things this week....nicht. Just kidding. I made some new friends and we are pretty much bffs. There's a group of missionaries going to Norway and their classroom is kind of by ours and for some reason I started talking to them one day and now we are so tight. There's a solo sister (meaning she doesn't have a companion) in there who might be my friendship soulmate, just saying. And there is a dude from Iceland! Dream come true! Meeting someone from an obscure country, that is. He is WEIRD. That's probably why we are all best friends. So it's pretty nice to have a change from the ordinary.
One of our roommates that was supposed to leave last week had to get surgery last minute! I feel so so bad. It's been really hard on her, so please keep Sister Westover in your prayers. So now there's 3 of us in our room, but we're getting some new Deutschers this week, and I'm pretty sure 3 of the sisters are moving into our room. Woof. I hope they're cool or I will die.
German. I haven't talked about my progess in the language for awhile, probably because it depresses me. BUT I'm doing...ok. I hate learning it from returned missionaries. I don't trust their grammar and I don't trust their accents. SO I've started to rewrite my entire grammar book on 3x5 cards. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I'm on page 50 in my grammar textbook and I'm loving it. For some reason I find great joy in doing this activity. Also we've started to speak German 24/7 around here, so hopefully that helps. I'm pretty sure we all sound like cavemen. But we get our point across, and that's what's important right now.
Also, I'm going to officially inform the world that I have a new nickname here, and I can't disclose it because you'll have to write me for it. But basically everyone here teases me because all the black guys here love me. Like, they seek me out of a crowded room to come talk to me. One of them said he wanted to marry me (don't worry, I told him that he was super creepy and to leave me alone). I don't know what it is. Actually, I do. But you'll have to write me to find out.
The funny thing about weird 19 year old boys that are all of the sudden thrown into a world where they have to think about Jesus 24/7 and never touch a girl is that they start to find EVERY sister here at least a little attractive. But then they feed that in their mind and all of the sudden you're the hottest thing on the face of the planet and they all want to sit by you at lunch. THEN they realize that they shouldn't be talking to you and they get SUPER weird and say STUPID things. And then you tell them to go away and they run with their little tails inbetween their legs. THIS PLACE IS WEIRD.
Thank you for all your letters!!!!! They keep me sane. Also, the closer it gets to Christmas the more depressed I become because I can't be with my family. And Christmas is the best time of the year at the Young house! But I will be in Germany so soon and THEN I can rejoice.
I love you all my little kinders.
Sister Young
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