I just read all the letters sent to me (we just got the first and only mail delivery so far). I had a lot from Mom, Andrew and surprisingly Erik. What was in the letter from Erik? Oh, just a lovely promise ring. Just kidding Dad, stop getting red in the face.
My biggest struggle here is feeling so stupid when it comes to Spanish - the rest is bueno (good). But tonight, I met with one of my District Presidency members and he said, "Spanish? Don't worry about it - the Holy Ghost speaks all languages." Even though I feel so slow, I know the Holy Ghost wouldn't leave me in a time of need, and the Lord loves me too much to let me fail.
So, my first night at the MTC... I definitely cried, but only for 2 minutes, in my dark room before I feel asleep. While I really like it here, I feel so alone. And Spanish is frustrating. It is really strange - while I do feel very alone, I feel a lot of love and support which keeps me together.
I might end up punching someone in the face, so, who know, I might come home early.
Guess who I just saw - Vai (from high school student gov). It was great seeing someone I know here. Oh, and guess who is Senior Companion, no not Hermana Norton or Giles - yes, me! Actually, when they were assigning seniors I was saying "Please not me, please not me," in my head. Then he asked me if I'd be the Senior Comp. Personally, I don't care, but I think both my companions were disappointed. Then he tells us he went off the alphabet, not inspiration, so no one should be offended or get a big head.
Today, we were talking to some Elders who are learning Portugese (uh... I can't spell) and some Spanish Elders told us that wasn't allowed since Spanish is better. I hate boys.