Dear Family,
Opa! Let me start by saying that President Homer and I have the same lunch schedule on some days, and I'm constantly running into him. It's awesome to see him and talk to him about things. We took a picture together outside the cafeteria yesterday, and he said he'd send it to you. I also ran into Sister Sara Newman the other day! It's awesome to see all these people I know who are preparing to serve.
There's a funny thing that happens at the MTC that we've all noticed. The MTC really ages you. Seriously. When you show up on that first day, you can tell who has been there for a while, because they look way older than 18 or 19. My companions told me yesterday that it looks like I've aged 3 years since the first day, and to be honest, some mornings I wake up and don't really know the person on the other side of the mirror. And we've also decided that the longer you're here, the more it ages you. Crazy! It must be all the stress or something. The MTC is a blast, but it's definitely one of the most stressful experiences of my life.
Study time. My desk area is always a bomb. Sometimes I just stop in the middle of my studies and look around. There are so many lesson materials (dictionaries, grammar books, scriptures in multiple languages, notebooks, pens, conjugation sheets, planners, etc.) it's nuts. I may have to take a picture of my desk when I'm preparing a lesson for a Poruguese speaking investigator. It's almost commical. Oh, I forgot to tell you last time that my classroom building is the George Q. Cannon building! How ironic is that?? It says some impressive things about his life on the wall just inside the door. I don't let anyone forget he's my several-greats grandpa.
So, I gave in. I'm going to audition for a special musical number next week. I would have auditioned this week, but I got sick, and I still don't completely have my voice back. I've decided to sing "Be Still, My Soul" arranged by Sally DeFord, partially because it reminds me of dad because he said it was one of his favorites one time, and also partially because the lyrics are incredibly applicable and comforting for me and also for all of you guys at home who are having a difficult time. I would encourage you to go and REALLY look at the lyrics and think about what they're saying. It's incredible. I decided to audition because I remembered what you said about sharing my talents and how people kept telling me it would be a blessing to those in my mission. Also because I really miss singing out. Especially since I lost my voice.
Due to the schedule changes and the end of the semester for BYU students (or something like that), Irma Wells got moved to another class, and we received a new teacher fresh from Brazil. He does a good job. Some people took pictures of our district with Irma Wells, and I'll see if I can get a copy to send to you. Also, re-assigment here is inevitable (almost anticipated) for the Brazilian missionaries. Brazil-bound missionaries are going to some really cool state side missions, and I can hardly wait to figure out where I'll be going for my mini American mission. I get the best of both! I find out where in a week from this upcoming Wednesday, I think.
I love all of you back at home, and you are always constantly in my prayers. It's incredible the amount of love and care I'm reading about each week, and I know that through this trial, we will be strengthened. Families are forever. That's why I'm here. To take this "good news" to people who don't know that they can live with their families 'para sempre'.
Eu amo voces!
- Elder Crapo
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