First Letter and First Companion

The survival kit is fabulous! (I gave her an "MTC Survival Kit" with many little items including beef jerky labeled: use this to work out your frustrations, a lint roller labeled: so you'll be clean in class, and breath mints labeled: so only sweet things come out of your mouth) I read them to my sisters in my dorm and they thought they were cute too. I haven't had the attention or need to graze too much- I've been busy and the food is pretty decent. Definitely mass produced, but good considering. (probably better than Camp Whitsett!)

My companion is Sister Fetter, and she's a sweet thing from Arizona, so she's nothing like what I was afraid of having! The tender mercies. Only qualm I have is her disbelief in immunizations? I just can't wrap my mind around it and I've made it a point not to bring it up because I get really worked up about it. She's otherwise good though. She's got a boy back home, and she's worried about most of the same things I am about our mission. She understands the fears of going from a hot, arid place to a cold, humid one. Ewwww.

So as per the usual, a small list of things I forgot or haven't really worked out - I don't have  tennis shoes (so I guess my flats and boots will have to do) , or lotion (I bought a new bottle in the store), and I'm under the impression my luggage is smaller than it could have been, so blah. Oh well.

These keyboards are horrible- I've had to back space a lot. I guess this much use is really hard.

 I have so much more to tell you, but I only have a few minutes to write today- our first p-day (P-day is preparation day= the day they do laundry, shop, relax....a day off) isn't until Thursday. Next Thursday! Horrific. But it's been mostly good here. Already running into arbitrary rules, but my teachers have been mostly tolerant and very pleasant about everything. Someone described the MTC as a fire hose of information - its true.

I love you

Christine

 

She'll be able to call home at the airport when she leaves for Iowa....otherwise, the only calls home are Christmas and Mothers Day.