I both loved the 4th of July basket, and missed the parade terribly. But, I survived, and watched the fireworks here.
As for your questions: yes, I got the cupcakes, no, it isn't a good idea to send them on P-days. I don't have time to get them from the post office before it closes, which is ridiculous, because the district leader can only get mail after dinner, and during lunch...and then we can't see it until after class, at 9:25 pm. Seriously, who designed that system? I was actually called to the front desk from out of the shower for those cupcakes, which were, by the way, delicious. Hans is doing well, though he got kicked by a drunk guy last week, and had to fill out a police report. He's in a city now (out of the office), where the people actually like the missionaries. Even the non-members. I can just feel his bafflement of having people listen to him.
As for my week: much better. I've increased my melatonin crazy high, but whatever. We do what we can. I sleep, and I ate a cupcake twice (Cina sent me one, too). But we understand waaaaaay more Korean than I ever thought was possible. We'll leave the MTC with about 80/100 grammar forms learned. The group before us? 35/100. We're weaker on the vocab, but we're much better at making sentences. Go figure. Things I have learned here: Toms are the most comfortable shoes in existence (I have happened upon a pair), and that I'm glad I'm not in Elder Killpacks room. He sleepwalks/sleep does things like nothing else. Last week, he had a dream there was a giant spider on his pillow placed there by one of the other Elders, so he got up, screamed, "That's so rude!" ran to the hallway, came back, felt around for the spider, and then proceeded to not sleep for the rest of the night. Also, once he got up, touched Elder Harris's nose, and then went to bed. It was pretty legit. The stories are so much better when you're not being forced to live them.
For my 4th of July dinner,I ate a hamburger, and then an ice cream bar. And then turkey. Just, like a huge hunk of Turkey. It was a weird moment. I did get the superglue, which was so, so, so great because I broke by lotion lid, too. Small miracles. And the cuppycakes? Very tasty. I'd send pictures of everyone eating them, but the computer doesn't recognize any media...sooo, we'll try again next week, on another computer. I loved the 4th of July basket, and especially my loaf of bread. It was breakfast, lunch, and dinner one day. It was beautiful. So, so beautiful. I'm smuggling in the jam for breakfast tomorrow, where I can eat toast like a king. A king, I say!
For the 4th of July, we had a mini-patriotic devotional, with the speaker as someone from our branch presidency. Yes, the Korean branch. And I had absolutely no idea who he was. And then we watched 17 Miracles, which I will call out for containing only selective history. Which bothers me. Yes, it was inspiring. No, it didn't provide much context, nor did it tell the whole story. Ah, well. Whatever. We then got more ice cream, herded outside to watch the fireworks, which was awesome. It was less awesome that we had to be awake at 5:30 for service, and we went to bed around 12:00, but we can nap today, which is just simply beautiful. So, so, so tired.
Side note: Brother Campbell was trying to explain the difference between the Korean word for being excited, and our concept of being excited. From Korean, it translates very literally into, "Are you expecting?" which is what Brother Campbell said to Elder Pickard. Brother Campbell figured out what he had said three seconds after saying it, and his horror, oh, his horror was hysterical. Elder Pickard said no, for the record. Goooooood times. Brother Campbell is just my favorite. He's only been back 5 months, but he's still a little shy, which is funny, because he's 6'6" and both skinny and muscular at the same time. He looks like a swimmer even though he does cross country. Fun stories.
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