The MTC changed the makeup policy, again. Now we have to wear mascara every day, too. It's a little annoying, because I wear my makeup for me, you know? But I'm surviving here. The past week we weren't allowed to eat in the cafeteria at all, and it was just terrible. Pro: everyone was forced to play volleyball outside. Con: the food was even more terrible than usual. And then, of course, there was the huuuuuge missionary fireside with the members where we can now use Facebook, and texting, and email, and everything. The MTCs policy hasn't changed yet, but I have great hopes for Busan, since it'll be implemented in every mission by a year from now. I'm gonna have Facebook again! Woooo! It was almost worth eating absolutely no food that Sunday until dinner. True story. The lines were so long, and Sister Segovia and I had to be at the Marriot Center and Relief Society by certian times, so, no food for us. We lived off of a donut for breakfast, and some Pringles for lunch (truly the breakfast and lunch of champions). It wasn't the best idea, but whatever. We survived. And I'm on screen as part of the choir a grand total of three times. Look me up. I'll be there, looking unhappy, and wearing the color blue.
So, this past week has been a little odd. We had a TRC lesson last Friday that I thought was an absolute trainwreck, mostly because our member corrected our Korean every sentence. She made us say it back to her, every time. It was brutal. The only thing she couldn't correct was my prayer (even the pronunciation), which was good, because I needed one bright spot of hope for my day. Saturday, we taught other missionaries in Konglish (korean-english) which was the most spiritual experience so far. Maybe it's because you didn't have to try and think of what came next, but it was a lot easier to recieve divine direction. Sunday was broadcast/breakfast of champions day. Good times. Monday, Sister Segovia and I dropped outlines in our lessons all together. We have some vocab, and some grammar forms, but that's about it. Tuesday I got to have a personal interview with Brother Campbell, where I got to be the first girl to sob at him from sheer exhaustion. The Bunkbed of Insomnia played hard last week. His look of absolute panic was priceless in retrospect, though. Poor Brother Campbell. Wednesday we learned that we had been doing everything wrong in Korean so far. It was not my favorite day. I wanted to throw stuff at someone, or something. Really, really hard. But we've moved on, and after talking to all of the other teachers, it turns out that no one agrees on several very important aspects of the language, so I guess I can do whatever I so desire. We just keep getting informed that we don't look Korean, so no one expects us to know Korean. It's very comforting. Also, we listened to a few sentences uttered by people leaving the MTC for Korea, and quite frankly, they weren't all that good, so I figure I can survive. Thursday we learned the hell that is indirect discourse. It's only a problem when you want to use it with testimony form, which just seems to happen, a lot. We had a sub today because Brother Sung was called away to speak to the woman in charge of Eurasia for the MTC, and Brother Campbell was picking up his parents from the airport. Our sub had quite the giggle. He'd laugh at something we'd say, and then he'd giggle and stick his tongue out. And today is P-day, and I'm getting a nap. And eating a metric ton of candy.
My favorite thing to hear in the MTC is someone saying, "You can see the back of her knees when she's walking! It's too short." And I always think, "You have nothing better to do here than look at the length of someone's skirt? Lucky. I have to be studying Korean and stuff. All the time. In fact, I should be thinking in Korean right now, but I don't even know where to begin because this is super indirect discourse with a thousand verbs."
No comments:
Post a Comment