“Learn to like what doesn't cost much.
Learn to like reading, conversation, music.
Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking.
Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, climbing hills.
Learn to like people, even though some of them may be different...different from you.
Learn to like to work and enjoy the satisfaction doing your job as well as it can be done.
Learn to like the song of birds, the companionship of dogs.
Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house, and fixing things.
Learn to like the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.
Learn to keep your wants simple and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others.”


Lowell C. Bennion

Jun 7, 2013

An E-mail.





Well let me just say, I have enjoyed my stay at the MTC. But really. It's not that bad.
At times it was hard , but I love my comps.

So let me give you my opionion on the MTC.
First, people say weird stuff.
There is no filter. Not that its innapropriate, just random.
Here were some weird ones that I heard today.

The Frenchies in my Zone at breakfast:
"I just like to make dinosaur noises while I stretch." -Elder J (after stretching)
"Well what dinosaur was that?" -Elder C
"That was a baby T-Rex." -Elder J

The only Berlin sisters (my comps) in my Zone: (we're hipsters)
"Oh heyyyyy! I know that girl!" Sister H (as she's standing up)
"ehh... I don't like her enough to go say hi." (sits back down)

Second, It's awkward.
All the time.
Nearly every corner you turn, you can expect to see some awkward reunion between a previously aquainted Elder and Sister.
It's usually consists of an over exagerated handshake and a super awkward face.
Meanwhile their comps just hang out while their other half is obviously enjoying as much physical contact as possible.
I wouldn't be surprised if you got sent home for a "too enthusiastic handshake"
It's so strict here. Not that I mind. I dont have any Elders I want to hug. Absolutley no distractions.
Whaaaaaaddddd uuuuuupppp???

Third, The food is gross.
"But honestly Stacie, what were you expecting?"
I don't know, maybe food that didn't make my stomach sound like it's digesting a llama.
Holy cow.
My stomach is never happy with me.

Fourth. Its kind of distracting sometimes.
Example. There is an Elder Encarnacion in my Zone.
Whenever I hear his name, i immediately think of Nacho.
So half the day I have that mexican love song stuck in my head.
Wunderbar.

Or, if you sit behind an Elder in a Devotional who has a hecka lot of moles on his neck,
you'll be resisting the urge to play "connect the dots".
It's harder than you'd think.
Especially when the speaker is almost 80 years old.

The only thing about the MTC i'm going to miss is the Spirit. Literally It's the greatest feeling to feel all day, everyday.
The Church is true. Everyday the Spirit bears testiomony of that.


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