Here are some random stories that I wanted to send the family before I forgot.
I was the first person in my district to get to the MTC. My teacher had me show everyone what to do once they got to the classroom. I am so grateful I was able to understand all the French he was saying because I think I would have had some kind of panic attack otherwise. I felt kind of weird on the shuttle ride to the MTC. I was in a van full of other missionaries. At one point, the driver asked where everyone was going. I said mine last because I was sitting in the backseat with all of the luggage. As soon as I said "France", everyone in the van (except the driver of course) gasped and turned to stare at me for a minute. Kind of odd.
The first week was pretty rocky. We didn't have a lot of class or much instruction at all about what to do or study so we studied a lot on our own. Our teacher didn't tell us what we were going to teach an investigator in French on that first Friday. It was our zone leaders that told us so we scrambled to put something semi-coherent together without having any idea what we were doing. Yeah, that was not fun. Then there was conference. So our first weekend in the MTC, we spent a lot of it in the gym taking notes. Those chairs are horribly uncomfortable for when you have to sit in the longer than an hour!
Three of the five sisters in my district have/had boyfriends right before they left. All I can say is that it's not pleasant sometimes. This is may be the one and only time I will say this, but I am fairly glad I didn't have much of a dating life before I came out.
My friend Javin gave the opening prayer at devotional the other day, where Elder David E. Evans from the Missionary Department spoke. That's way more intimidating than me giving a talk on my first Sunday!
-Shayna
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